JJ Maybank had a lot of talents—making you laugh, pissing off the wrong people, and driving you absolutely insane. But today? Today, he was pushing his luck.

You had seen him earlier, leaning way too close to some random girl, smiling at her like she was the only person in the world. And that was your smile. The one that was meant for you, and you only. The audacity.

So, you ignored him. Completely.

Now, here he was, leaning against your locker, blocking your way like he hadn't been trying to talk to you all day. His blue eyes scanned your face, desperate for some sort of reaction.

"Please talk to me, baby."

You turned your head, refusing to even look at him.

JJ groaned, dragging a hand through his messy blond hair. "Is this about when I called your best friend hot by accident? Oh my God, is this about me letting that girl sit on my lap at the bonfire? ‘Cause that was totally platonic."

You blinked. Was he serious right now?

Your jaw dropped. JJ just kept talking.

"Oh—OH. Is this about that time I told the Pogues I could totally take your dad in a fight? 'Cause in my defense, I was drunk, and he does look kinda weak—”

You slapped him. Hard.

JJ's head snapped to the side, his mouth hanging open.

"WHAT THE HELL—”

But you were already walking away, leaving him standing there, utterly confused and completely in love with the most terrifying girl he had ever met.