A certain black-haired, blue-eyed girl had been stuck on my mind since the party. Not in like an inappropriate way. I definitely did not have a wet dream about her because that would be pathetic. And creepy.

And considering this was Isaac's twin sister, I doubted I would live to the weekend if I tried to do anything with her. To be honest, she didn't seem like the type to do that stuff. In fact, she seemed to hate my advances, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. Only slightly though.

I still didn't know her name though, and I didn't dare ask Isaac for it. Who knew how he would react if I started asking him about his sister? I was sure that he would fill out the role of overprotective older brother very well, and completely deck me. 

So, I found her instead. She was standing by her locker, struggling to pull the lock off. From the number of times she had gotten the combination wrong, you'd think she'd never used a locker before.

I cleared my throat to get her attention, but she seemed too busy in trying to open her locker. I reached out to gently shake her, but I don't think she'd like me touching her. Even though I was super hot.

'Um - hey...' My voice trailed off as she turned to face me. Her striking blue eyes locked with my emerald ones. It was freaky how she had the exact same eyes as Isaac's. Except there's something less cold about her eyes. A childish glint which Isaac's eyes lacked.

And then, I noticed her eyes lower. Her gaze resting on where my shirt was unbuttoned, and displayed much of my chest. 

I smirked as I realized she was checking me out, and I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. I was going to play this cool. Not freak out because the girl who I had a wet dream about had just checked me out.

'Take a picture, it'll last longer.' For some reason, I though she would like that line. That she might even be impressed with how I had delivered it. But she wasn't. Instead she rolled her eyes at me. Rolled her eyes! 

'You,' she said, jabbing a finger at my chest, 'are a walking,' she took another step forward and I couldn't help but like the proximity, 'talking,' I felt as if I should move, but I couldn't make my legs budge, 'cliche.'

I stared at her, tilting my head slightly to the side as I tried to figure her out. That's why she was so angry at me?

'And what is so wrong with that?' As far as I knew, all girls wanted a cliche guy. The perfect man they read about in romance books, but with a mean streak. A player who was sweet for them, and only them. This girl though, she looked as if she would like nothing better than to never see me again.

Well, too bad for her. I was here to stay.

'Just don't like it,' she said, shrugging her shoulders. 

'Hmm...' I hummed, not at all convinced by her act. It wasn't simple dislike - she hated it. Otherwise she wouldn't be glaring at me like that, with me being the piece of art, that I was. Unless she was perhaps blind, which I wouldn't doubt. 

She was about to turn away, but I stopped her - remembering why I had come here in the first place. The question which had been on my mind when I approached her.

'I never did catch your name...' Good job, Cam. Playing it cool, as always.

'On a need-to-know basis, Black,' she said, turning to face her locker once more. I couldn't suppress the smile which came to my lips. Was it strange that I found her hatred for me really attractive?

'But I want to know, angel,' I whispered, my lips just an inch from making contact with her ears. Most girls would find the proximity... well, they'd like it. They wouldn't step away, unlike Miss Wilder over here who did exactly that.

'I'm anything but an angel,' she muttered, her voice low. Almost as if she didn't want me to hear. 

'Oh, I know sweetheart.' There was a pause, in which she fiddled with her lock, until it finally gave way. Clicking open. 'Your name?' She didn't even acknowledge me. 'Please?' Surely she would give me an answer now? 

I said "please". People like me don't use nice words like that. In fact, people like me don't ask for things, they take. But as I promised my mother, I was going to change. Even if that meant I would be suffering internally - because I owed it to her for being such a terrible son.

'Wilder,' she finally said, her voice so quiet I almost missed it. 'My name's Jasmine Wilder.' she said quickly. She pulled her books from her locker before turning to face me.

'Jasmine,' I mumbled, testing the name. It suited her. Jasmine. A delicate flower - just like her, except she was in no way delicate. Not when she spoke sarcasm like a second language. 'It's a beautiful name,' I told her.

She shook her head. What was this girl shaking her head at! All I did was call her name beautiful, which was in no way a lie. Why can't I do anything right with her! She was the most frustrating girl I had met to date, and considering how many I had slept with, all of whom were clingy - that was an accomplishment.

'I still hate you,' she paused. 'With passion,' she added. I chuckled softly. Honestly, with this girl - I could expect nothing less. 

'We'll see how long it lasts.'

And I leave before she even has time to register what I had just said. What the hell am I doing? Did I not just promise my mom no girls?

Jasmine's only one girl. And she's the most special one.

'Cameron, you are an idiot. She's just a girl,' I told myself. 'A weird one. That's it.'

But I was definitely not going to be leaving her anytime soon. Even if she doesn't like me now, I would eventually grow on her. Like some weird fungi.

A/N:

Hi. I wrote a new chapter so...

You'll notice my updates aren't as often as they used to be, and I'm sorry for that. I'm writing loads of books at once, and I keep getting writer's block and school is so difficult - I'm sorry for ranting on Wattpad. I just made this very weird, didn't I?

Anyways, today we go two pickup lines.

Let's start with the dirtiest one I found.

I'd like to think of myself as the reverse of your mother. You slid out of her, but you'll slide inside me.

I love this one. The one which I picked before this was a bit more appropriate, but I didn't like it much. Even if it was an MCU-inspired one.

Here's the next one - and I promise you'll like it.

Have you gone to Disney World? I can take you Splash Mountain tonight?

I read a few to my brother before, he didn't get them. Innocente. I know, I have a very dirty-mind. But I hope you like the pick-up lines, and considering what most of Cameron's thoughts are like. You'll be just as dirty-minded by the time the book is done.

I have school tomorrow, and it's 10:43. I was supposed to be asleep at nine O'clock. Okay, I guess that's all for today folks.

See ya next time.