"Watch out!" some jock guy ran up to me, catching a football before it hit me in the face. He leered down at me. "Saved you. Guess you owe me a date, huh cutie?" I couldn't help it, I laughed right in his face. "You don't want to date me." I chuckled. "It's cool, I think the whole goth thing is hot on the right girl. And that British accent's a real turn on." he winked and Topher and Blair joined my laughter this go round. "What are you doing hanging out with these losers? Come on join me and my friends over there." He began dragging me away but I managed to slip away. "I'm warning you, now, man, you don't wanna mess with me. I'm reeeeally not your type." "I'd like for you to be." he ducked in and freaking kissed me. "DUDE!" I growled, wiping my mouth. Too freaking nasty, I had jock germs all over my mouth now. "You know what?! I was trying to be nice and save you the humiliation, but fuck it, you wanna go this route?! I'M A GUY!" I yelled.