Summary: this is the all time cliché. Girl hates boy. Boy hates girl. But what happens when boy and girl are locked alone in the school library for the weekend? Some pretty interesting things...

The library is always a nice place to just sit and do some homework. Yeah, i know, i sound like a geek, but really I'm not. I just missed my bus and have to wait for the next one. I have 47 more minutes. I had a ton of homework and i figured if i got some done i wouldn't have to lug all of these books home. The library seems so deserted. Well, i guess I'm not surprised, i mean it's 3:23 on a Friday afternoon.

I would be gone if it weren't for Mr. Duncan having me stay after class and lecture me about how i have to pay more attention in class. I'll have you know that i am a very attentive person! Well, most of the time at least.

I hate that man. Does he realize that nobody cares about English. I mean I've done pretty well in the whole speaking and writing thing in my 17 years of life. Anyways, i try to shake myself out of my rambling thoughts.

Okay, i have to focus on my geography homework. Okay the line there means something but I'm not gonna even try right now cause my brain is fried and I'm tired. I have such procrastinating problems. Can't you tell? Oh my god, the librarian even left early!

I can distinctly see a sign hanging on her desk that reads "Gone home early. Womanly problems." Wow. Mrs. Slovack is my hero and a very smart woman. The old menstrual cramps excuse. Always works, especially when 70 percent of the people that work here are male.

There we go with the, getting way off subject problem, again. I was sitting there bored as hell. So i decide to pull out my I-pod and go search for a good book to read and sit down in one of the secluded corners behind some book shelves. I'm walking toward the secluded area and i check my I-pod and see that its already four.

Oh. I've got 5 minutes until i should head towards the bus stop. Oh shit. I left my cell in my locker. i start heading out when suddenly the lights go out and i get this strange feeling, like there's another presence in the room. This would probably be a really good time to mention that that i have two very big fears. They are the dark and spiders. I'm so scared of the dark that except for when I'm at sleepovers or someone's with me i sleep with the lamp in my room on. So as you can see, this situation isn't exactly fun for me.

"Hello?" i called out meekly into the terrifying darkness of the library. "Boo," i hear someone whisper into my ear. And let me tell you the scream that i let loose could of beat any of those girls from those ridiculously predictable horror movies. I felt arms wrap around me. Great I'm gonna be kidnapped and raped and killed is what I'm thinking while freaking out and struggling against this stranger. With those thoughts in mind the ear shattering screams were let loose once again.

Okay, so maybe i watched one too many Lifetime movies, but whatever, I'm not taking any chances, and it isn't like those movies are complete fiction. "Oh my god! Brynn shut up!" i hear a distinctly male and sadly, in my opinion, familiar voice scream. I turn around to see that my suspicions are correct. It is Brody Chance.

He's standing there in all his 6' 2", black haired, blue eyed gorgeousness. And when i say black hair i don't mean that dark brown that usually passes for black but a real actual jet black. He dwarfed me. I stood at 5' 4" with brown hair and green eyes. I hated my eyes they were so annoying, sometimes they seemed to have flecks of blue while other times they held gold or yellow. Most of the time though they held many different colors of green in them.

Anyway, he's an absolute jerk though. What he lacks in personality he makes up in looks, which is a whole lot. He is the star basketball player, resident bad boy, and somehow an honoral student. I know weird mixture of stereotypes isn't it? Oh, did i also mention that he's a complete player. You know that saying "break hearts not hymens"? Well, his is "break hearts and hymens."

Oh, did i also mention that he has been my worst enemy since the 3rd grade? No? I didn't? Hmmm. Well, now you know. "What the hell was that Chance?!" I scream at him at the top of my lungs. "I told you to stop screaming!" he yells back. "oh! I'm sorry! I didn't hear you!" i scream back even louder. He just gives me a glare that would've paralyzed anybody else in fear. It just instigated me. I glared right back. "what was the reason for that big act of jackassness that you just pulled?", i ask him still pissed.

And yes, i know jackassness is not a word, but now it is. He seemed to be thinking the same thing. "jackassness?" he asks amused with his eyebrows raised. "yes, now answer the question," i demand. I was getting frustrated very fast. He just shrugs carelessly. "Cause i wanted to," he responds. Oh my god i hate this guy with a burning passion.

Shit! My bus! I look at the clock and see that it's already a quarter after four. I missed my bus! Again... good thing the next bus is only ten minutes away.

"Whatever. I'm outta here," I state and went to leave.

That seemed to be a problem though cause the door would refuse to budge. Oh shit, i have a really bad feeling about this.