We finally reached our classroom. Thank goodness I wasn't late again. This school sucks so much that when you get late for just 1 minute, you get detention.

"Ah, Veronica, this is a starter. Please, take a seat.", Professor Sampson smirked at me. I just scoffed and shook my head. I can be pretty rude when I want to.

But of course, the 'great and terrible' nerd had to be seated right next to me. How joyful.

I can see from the corner of my eye that Harry was stealing glances from me every now and then. As much as I had to say, it annoyed me so much.

"Can you cut that out? You're so weird.", I snapped. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked, "Cut what out?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe cut out stealing glances from me from time to time.", I replied sassily.

"What's wrong with looking at you? It's not harming you, is it?", he replied back, and that actually shocked me. No one ever sassed me back before.

This boy was in it for trouble.

"Shut up, nerd. I don't give a crap if it doesn't hurt me. Just focus your attention on something else, dork.", I said, shutting him up.

I was happy with my actions, but it seemed that the professor wasn't.

Oh great. Here goes nothing.

"Ms. Wilson, I expect you in detention.", he said so sternly. I could hear Harry chuckling, and I glared at him. Stupid nerd.

"Just you wait, Styles. I'm gonna make your life a living hell.", I taunted. He gulped real loud then looked at his book.

Minutes after class, we all headed out the room. Harry quickly got his things and I followed suit. If he thinks he's gonna be safe, he's wrong.

I kept following him, but that boy was fast. He went straight for the classroom, but unfortunately for me, I wasn't in that class. He turned around, his eyes showing fear.

What a wimp.

"I'm sorry, okay?" "You better be, Styles. You got lucky this time.", I said, huffing and rushing to my next class.

Gosh, I got late yet again.

"You know, Veronica, just because you're filthy rich doesn't mean you can go around and be tardy all the time.", Professor Gilbert said, scoffing.

"Yes, Professor.", I replied lazily, walking to my seat.

Finally, lunch came and I found my best friends on our table waiting for me already.

"Hey, where have you been?", Yvonne questioned. "Nothing, just a little trouble with a certain nerd."

They both sighed and said, "You better not be messing around with Harry again. Don't you feel sorry for the poor boy?"

"Yeah, he's like abandoned or something. His parents are divorced, he's staying with his father, who's not even around, and the guy hasn't had any girlfriends since birth.", Christy ranted.

"I don't care what state of life he's in. I hate him and I have to keep my distance. It'll make me less popular seeing him near me.", I cut them off.

"You know, I think that he actually, I don't know, likes you.", Yvonne said.

I laughed and said, "And what makes.you think that?"

"Did you not see how he reacted when you bullied him earlier in the corridor? His eyes showed hurt, Ronnie.", Christy explained.

"And when he sassed you back, man that was the good part!", Yvonne recalled, resulting in me rolling my eyes at her. "I mean, who does that? Who sasses Veronica Wilson? He must have the balls to do so.", she added, making me scoff.

"Okay, can we just stop this conversation because I don't wanna hear about a nerd liking me.", I said, rising up from our table.

They did the same and pretty soon, lunch was over. I headed to my locker and grabbed the books and stuff I will need for the rest of the afternoon when something caught me eye.

In my locker there was a red note on top of my stuff. I read it and it said,

Veronica,

Though you're so mean to me, I still find you quite attractive. I know you know me, I'm quite sure you know my handwriting by now. I just hope you would stop hurting my feelings by now. Well, see you around. -<3

What the heck?

A/N: Ooh, mystery love letter. That's a first for Ronnie. How's the story so far? Hope you're liking it. Just so you know, there's only gonna be about 20+ chapters in this story, sorry about that. But trust me, 20+ are enough. Well, that's all. Message me my mangoes.

Yeah, I just called you all mangoes. Bye! -RedstripedGirl175