2. The Misunderstanding

After school, I waited by the bus stand, hoping he would show up. Not to sound overconfident, but I knew he would.

"Ah, so you decided to make the first move. I like me a bold chick."

I turned around as I heard a boy speak behind me. Anthony? I was gravely disappointed as I stared at Anthony. No, not the Anthony I want. The other Anthony. Anthony fucking Dean.

But what was he doing here?

Oh, no...my eyes were huge as I realized what happened. Someone passed my note to the wrong Anthony!

"Errm....there has been a misunderstanding," I smiled awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" Anthony looked confused. "This is your handwriting, isn't it? Hey, Anthony. Meet me by the bus stand after school. signed Summer." he read the note that he held in his hand. "And you are the only Summer in my class."

"Yeah, I mean I wrote that but it wasn't for you," I said quickly.

Disappointment washed over his face. "Is that right? Then who is it for?" he asked.

"No one. Can I have that back please?" I reached for the note but he snapped his hand away.

"Not until you tell me who is it for," he said.

"What? Come one! I meant to send it to the other Anthony in class, okay?" I said, giving up.

"You mean that dweeb that interrupted my business transaction with that nerd earlier? What do you want with him?" he asked then grinned all of a sudden. "Oh wait a minute. Don't tell me you like that goody two shoes?"

"Ah, maybe I do. That's none of your business. Now please give me the note so I can give it to the right person this time," I said and tried to grab it from him but he caught my hand.

"I don't think so," he said. His bright blue eyes were turning dark.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I've noticed you at school, Summer. You are one of the hottest chicks in school," he smirked.

"Ah...thank you? I appreciate the compliment now let go of my arm," I said.

"Most pretty girls try to talk to me or hang out with me but you never even look at me. Now you are saying you are interested in some dweeb with my name? I don't believe you. Is this some type of trick you are pulling to get close to me?" he asked.

Excuse me? How arrogant is this guy?

"Trust me, Anthony Dean. I am not interested in you. Like at all. So stop talking crazy and let me go, okay," I said desperately. How long does he plan on holding me hostage?

"Well that's too bad but I am interested in you," he smirked.

"Wait what? Since when?" I was dumbfounded.

"Since right now. I have decided you and I are going to get together. It'll make some of the girls jealous but who the fuck cares about them, right? Let's go," he said and took my arms, then started to pull me away.

"Now, wait a damn minute! Where are you taking me?" I said, panicking.

"We are together now so you are hanging out with me after school," he said casually like this was a mutual agreement and not a goddamn kidnapping.

NO! This was not part of my plan today!