Justin
"Why me?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, arms crossed. "You could have any guy in this school dying to be your boyfriend. So why the hell would you pick me?"
She hesitated for a second before answering, her gaze fixed somewhere past my shoulder. "Because the girls at school actually rated you as the most attractive guy. Bart came in second."
I raised a brow. Seriously?
She continued, still avoiding my eyes. "But because of your attitude, no girl dares to approach you. If I date you—even fake date you—Bart will be the one embarrassed. Because I'll have traded up."
I let out a short, amused breath. Me? An upgrade?
This girl was delusional.
But I didn't correct her. She'd figure it out soon enough.
Without another word, I stood, went to my room, and grabbed the assignment along with a pen. When I returned, I dropped them in front of her.
She picked up the pen and signed with a muttered, "This better be A-material."
