I Won't Give Up
He walked in a slow but casual way. Dressed in the male school uniform, tan pants, white oxford shirt, red and yellow tie, and a navy blue jacket, the very muscular boy looked up. Suddenly, our gazes locked. His green eyes immediately pierced into mine, as if seeing through everything. I shuddered and turned around.
"Who is he?" I hissed. Was he coming for me? I didn't even know this guy!
"Wait, you don't know him?" asked my friend whispered. "He's, like, the hottest boy in the junior year, Jacob Mawr."
"Of course I don't know him! I've never met him and...."
"Hey Liz," a deep voice interrupted my angry rant. How did he know my name? I turned around to Jacob. Dang, he's even hotter up close, I had to admit, sucking my breath. Close-up, I could see his muscular chest peering through his oxford shirt. He grinned widely at me.
"Hi...do you need something?" I asked politely.
"Yes," he replied, rubbing his head. Then, he looked into my eyes again and said "Will you go out with me?