"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I looked at him sincerely.
"Tell you wha . . ." Then he stopped and his confused look went to shock and then sad, "You caught them."
"Yeah," I whimpered.
"You wouldn't have believed me . . . I was pretty sure you hated me," He replied.
"I don't hate you, Quincy," I looked at him seriously.
"Really?" He smirked.
"I never did . . . I was simply annoyed by you," I replied.
"And why is that?" He kept his smirk strong and sexy as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I felt like you were only trying to get into my pants," I said honestly.
"Well, can you blame me? Or any other guy in our school. I mean you're hot, but you are not a ditz . . . that's hard to find that at our school," He smirked.
"You're a real charmer, Quincy," I rolled my eyes.
"I am not trying to my charming," He rolled his eyes too, "I am simply telling the truth. I can be charming if you want me to," He smirked leaning into me.
Oh God, if I sleep with him . . ....