which she is

total nerd and a teacher’s pe

and tees. Thing is, even though I was a nerd, I had a GPA of 3.6 and I wasn’t the brightest person around. I didn’t come from money and I w

ion. He was the typical dark haired, blue eyed quarterback of the football team, Nath

al jokes...or making me do all his homework in exchange for a week free of his nuisan

-so-charming new boss, suddenly asked me out to have dinner with

belief, almost dropping the

rd me the first time," h

ed with my hands on my hips, ma

asked, innocence personified. “Ca

sed eyebrows. “Since when? I don’t remember being anythin

y for making you work so

just sprouted another head, a

" I had tears in my eyes and my stomach hurt so much from la

l guilty now?" His

me do your homework for an entire year in return for fifty bucks a month and a promise for not har

He had that faraway look in his eyes that people get when they are thinking of serious things. I

on his shoulders, it seemed to ha

ming or not?"

t thinking about going home and cooking for myself made me c

you were a picky eater, were you?”

dinner," I said looking

an eyebrow.

egetables on the side, fried in olive oil, not butter and no Italian seasoning. That's it. Oh! And a glass of

th which was hanging wide open as I

corner table by a waitress who seemed to be gulping down Nathan with her eyes, but Nath

o much pleasure than to my liking. To think that the day would come when I would be protecting Nathan Synclair's virtue, as if he had any, was like looking out the window and watching pigs fly. But I did it anyway.

ly excused herself. And now here we were, discussing my picky eating habits

you're not fat?" It kinda felt like old times, sitting here in a restaurant and talking with my old frenemy, except for the fa

they have a lot of equipment's...people go there

Call me immature but I wouldn’t care anyway. And Nathan’s face after he removed the napkin was a treat for sour eyes. I was ready to burst into anoth

the place was none other than the blonde haired,