"Turns out you are not as stupid as you look. I was wondering who read all those books in your room," I whispered to Blake when no one wasn't looking.

"If you wanna drop by and tumble again, you know where my room is."

"I'd rather die!" I replied to that.

"Don't worry. You are not my type," he added.

"What makes you think you are mine?"

"You all come chasing after me. It is just a matter of time."

"The only time you will see me chase after you is when I wanna punch you in the face," I replied.