Dixie, a 16 year old in highschool loved to party, drink, and flirt. She wasn't very popular, and wasn't nice to eveyone. She was know as the "rebelios girl" ot "the bad girl" She hated popular people, and hated school. She wasn't the happy person out of any groups, Instead she was the loner. She wasn't plced into groups. She liked being on her own. That way there wasn't an people to tell her what to do ans what not to do. "God hes annoying!" "I hope you arent speaking about me." He said, his sky blue eyes staring right into my emerald green ones. "Actually yes! Yes I am!" I snapped back. "Aww, that not nice." He said full of sarcasm. "Oh shut up for once!" I snapped before walking away. I felt a stong hand grab onto my wrist, then i was pushed against the wall. I could feel the stone marble wall pressing it's coolness against my back. He placd oth of his hands on eaither side of my head. "Your not going away so soon." He breathed. I started chocking up on my words. "I- no.. I mean.." I couldnt say anything... then he started leaning in..