"I told you Britney. Stop acting like you're my fucking girlfriend!" A loud gravelly voice boomed through the small clearing. My eyes tried to make clear of what shadowy shilouettes I was seeing. A broad shouldered boyish figure towered over a smaller, feminene statue. "Enter!!! You promised!! I thought you liked me." A high pitched, whiny squeal errupted from the petite shadow. That ear piercing scream belong to the one and only Jessica Taylor. Enter Pèrez was the sole king of Corlington High. "You're fake. F-A-K-E. Hasn't your mirror told you that yet?" The same thundering voice awakened me from my thought. "Enter Asher Pérez, we are over. Officialy." The girl flipped a long strand of bleach blonde hair, turned on her flouresecent pink heels and walked away from the guy. She could honestly pass for a flamigo with that walk. Enter Asher Pérez had officially broken up with Jessica Taylor. I had just witnessed a major showdown between the two most well-known people in my whole entire school. Drama much? After Barbie left, Enter stood still for a moment, stretching his neck to the sky. Minutes passed, as I looked in his direction for a hint at his next move. Even from a distance I was stricken by how mesmerizing his emerald green eyes were. Two irises of viridescent hues had clearly taken note of my present. Shit. I quickly buried my face in my book and prayed he would just go away. No such look. "How long were you here for Candice?" 6'2 of a leather jacket, dark jeans and black shoes casually swaggered towards the bench. "About an hour. Are you going to tell my mom about it?" I looked up at him. He half smiled and I swear my heart stopped for a millisecond. The way in which his pink lips arched into a subtle grin was enough for any girl to fall at his knees. Gorgeous and fully aware of it was the perfect way to describe him. "You heard that?" He was referring to the melodramatic split between him and a love-struck fangirl. I didn't reply for a minute and went back to my book, pretending that he did not use ask me a question and that our conversation had ended. A warm hand reached under my chin and gently lifted my head up. "What?" I asked, trying to sound intinmidating, it probably sounded like more of a whisper though. "You're pretty". A blinding smile stretched across Enter's chiseled face. A full smile? It's getting hard to breathe.
