1. Meet Cute

I arrived just before the class started. I was slightly irritated that I had to see Bella first thing in the morning but decided to get over it. I'll just have to forget about her and try not to think about her for the rest of the day.

It's not that I hate her or anything, far from it.

It all started back in high school when I was going through my asshole phase. That was the time I met Bella for the first time.

The first thing I noticed about her was her fiery red hair. She has a cute round face with freckles sprinkled over her nose and big blue eyes. I thought she was really beautiful at first sight. I didn't pay too much attention to her because she wasn't really my type. She was shy and quiet. Most of the time, I just walked right past her in the hallways.

Then one day, everything changed.

I saw her at Max's 18th birthday party. She looked like a nervous wreck among all the high school kids. She looked down as soon as our eyes met. I didn't blame her. I had a bad reputation at the time.

"Look at that cute little freshman over there. I am thinking about taking her upstairs and have a little fun," Max had commented.

"That pretty redhead? She wouldn't touch you with a six-foot pole," I scoffed.

"Little bit of liquid courage in her, and she'll be wrapped around my finger," Max commented.

In other words, take advantage of a drunk girl. How typical.

I didn't see her for the next hour, then all of a sudden, I heard cheering and hollering outside on the patio. I went outside and almost choked on my beer as I saw Bella Davis dancing on top of the ping pong table wearing nothing but a bra and underwear.

Max saw me and grinned from ear to ear. "I AM IN LOVE!" he yelled and pointed at the girl.

"Dude...what the fuck?" I exclaimed.

"I only gave her two shots of tequila to loosen her up a little, but she decided she wanted to dance," Max shrugged.

"But why is she half-naked?" I asked.

"She said clothes restrict her movements and prevent her from reaching the maximum potential in dancing," Max said.

Fuck...this chick is crazy.

She was flailing her arms around and dancing like a madwoman while everyone else cheered on. Making a complete ass of herself. I should do something, I thought.

I reached over and grabbed her arm.

"Hey you, where are your friends? You need to get down from there. And put your clothes back on for fuck's sake," I ordered.

"NO!" she yelled and smacked me on the cheek.

Everyone gasped and looked at us.

Rage flickered in my brain. No one ever dared to mess with me before, let alone hit me. She must've been out of her mind.

"That's it, you are coming with me," I said and threw her over my shoulder, then walked away. No-one stopped me.

I took her inside a bedroom and dropped her on the bed. "STAY," I ordered. She looked at me angrily but didn't get up. I rummaged inside a closet and took a t-shirt out, then threw it at her.

"I don't know what the hell you did with your dress but put this on for now," I said gruffly. What the hell am I doing? I thought while watching her struggle. I should be down there partying. Instead, I was babysitting a random drunk chick.

"I don't wanna," she declared.

I was annoyed beyond belief. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you realize what kind of situation you are in? You are prancing around in your underwear in front of a bunch of teenage boys. What if they force themselves on you? What if I force myself on you? What would you do then?" I held her face firmly and forced her to look me in the eyes. Maybe I can scare her enough to stop acting like a lunatic.

She gazed into my eyes for a moment, then smiled. "I want you to take my virginity," she said casually like it was no big deal.

What the fuck...