Dear Bully,

What the actual F*ck!

What is my luck for this to happen?

Of course I'm placed as your partner.

Who in their right mind thought this was okay???

Well at least at the end of this week I get to see my sister, so at least something good awaits ahead for me.

. . .

"Um excuse me sir, there has to be so sort of mistake, maybe a typo? I can't be partners with Nathan." The girl say to her English teacher with a bit of panic in her voice.

She was on her way home after school  when she got a message announce who the project pairs were. Now she's here questioning her eyes.

"I'm sorry Collins, there's no mistake. You and Nathan are partners for the project. I thought it will be a great idea since both of you were the most requested." The teacher says already ready to head home.

The girl was taken aback by the teachers words. Most requested? People actually requested to be her partner? She shakes it off, they probably just wanted her to do all the work.

On the other side of the classroom the door slowly opens reaveling the boy. His hair is messy from running to his English teacher to ask him to keep the request between them. His face glowing with a smile from ear to ear, but when see the girl talking to the teacher be comes confused.

"Sir there must be something you can do to change this. Can I switch partners? It doesn't have to be anyone I chose as long as it isn't Nathan I'll be happy with it." The girl pleads.

The boys heart drops along with his smile. She truly hates me, while I'm swooning over her, he thinks to himself.

"I'm sorry Collins, I've already made my mind and that's final." The teacher sighs then sees the boy. "Oh hello there Nathan. Is there something I can help you with?"

The girl heart stops and she slowly turns around to see the boy standing behind her. She knows she's in trouble now.

"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to endure it." She sighs loud enough only for the boy to hear it as she walks past him. His heart tugs at her words and his throat tightens.

The boy watches as she leaves the room then turns to the teacher. "Did you tell her?" He asks panicked.

"That you requested her? No. But I must say you got lucky, lots of other students requested her, Andrew even put in two slips with her name. Lucky for you, you had manners and said please." The teacher smirks as he picks up his stuff ready to leave.

"Thank you, I promise our poem will be the best." The boy says then leaves the room skipping.

He instantly stops skipping when he see the girl. She is frown as she closes her locker. Causally he walks up to her and leans against the locker. She flinched and looks down.

"Look I know you don't want this as much as I do, but you heard the teacher we are stuck in this."The boy lies. His hands are now shaking as his cheeks grow a slight red. She makes him nervous, and he's starting to like it rather than hating it.

The girl looks up at him, straight into deep gray eyes. "I'm sorry you got stuck with me. It was out my control, I swear I didn't request you." She says wanting to get as far way from, yet she could move her body as she stared into his eyes.

The boy once again in awe stared straight back at the girl into her bright blue eyes; seems like now days they held more feelings and sparks.

"Look it's cool, I understand if you requested to be my partner. Most people wanted to, luckily for you we are partners now." He smirks trying to flirt, usually it works on most girls.

"Cocky." The girl coughs. The boy is taken aback by he remark, a smirk forms on his face. The girl realizes what had slip from her mouth, and regrets it. "Oh shoot, I'm sorry. Please don't hit me." She flinches and covers her head.

The boy frowns, now he sees the damage he has done. He resists the erge to hug her. "Awh geez Danny, we are partners now. I won't hurt you." He says patting her head with a hurt smile.

"I got to go now." She says and moves away from the boy. His words are confusing her. Just a couple of weeks ago he was shoving her into lockers and leaving bruises, now he is patting her head?

"Danny..." His voice trails off as he watches her in her beauty. As if in slow motion in she turns around, her hairs swiftly moving with her movements. Her icy blue eyes gaze at the boy with hurt.

"I'm sorry, I'm must go now." She says and walks out the building.

The boy stands there completely wrecked. "No, I'm sorry..."

. . .
Love,
Me