It was the first day of school, you were outside when you saw the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. His brother dragged him to the side, and when he left, you decided to shoot your shot.

“So, is that guy your keeper, or can you think for yourself?” You walked up to him, and he spun around to face you.

He focused on the girl in front of him. Hands down, the best thing his eyes have ever seen. “I can definitely think for myself.”

“You saw me back there.”

“I did.”

“You kept walking.”

He nodded like a fool. “I did.”

“Don’t do that again.”

Fuck. “I won’t.”

You looked him up and down before nodding in approval. “You’re beautiful.”

Well, shit. “Likewise.”

“Hm.” You hummed, tilting your head. “So, have you got a name, boy-who-can-think-for-himself?”

“Does it matter?” He shot back, needing to regain some ground he lost to this power house of a girl. “We both know you’ll be calling me baby by the end of the day.”

You licked your lips to hide a smile. “Oh yeah?”

He stepped closer, towering over you. “You tell me, shorty.”