The redhead rolled her eyes in disbelief at the guy standing in front of her, the stench of cigarettes now stuck on her shirt. He was a world class asshole, no doubt about that. She was almost surprised this was her first encounter with him, since she wasn’t one for taking anyone’s shit. “No girl deserves that, you constantly act like a fuckboy, but no one seems to be bullying you. You’re asking for a lot more than some bullying right now, but I have something called self-control, you should try it out sometime.” Willow put her weight onto one foot, and ran her fingers through her hair, bored of his childish replies. “So, was I right? You just forgot about the part where you’re probably failing classes and probably have a much more attractive and successful sibling who stole all your thunder. Listen, anyone can be an asshole. You just don’t do it well.”
Being the mature eighteen year old that he was, the boy began to mimic her. Did anyone actually like this chick? Caleb thought back to the times that he had seen her on campus. Yeah, I guess a few people do hang out with her. Willow’s words were now going in one ear and out the other. Bullying? It was only teasing. What is she talking about? “Far from it, actually. Guess you don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” He shrugged, the smirk making its return. Wait, I am failing a class, aren’t I? Damn statistics. “You done yet?” Caleb asked.
