"Yo be careful man. I heard she's really strict and a super super perfectionist. You really do not want to make a wrong move on her. Yo I heard she criticizes you in every possible way, but hey I'm here for you." Daniel pats me on the shoulder and winks at me wit a mischievous smile on the way to his new lab partner, Stacey Brownings—one of the cheerleaders at Meadowale high school.

I smiled, "Really? I am so going to push the soft side in her. Get ready Serena Mctray. I'm on your case." I grinned and headed to the back of the lab room at the table where she sat.

"Wanna bet I can make her head over heels over me?" I challenged.

"You're on. I bet fifty." He glared.




"You're on." Daniel laughed and stalked away.

And there she was, Serena Mctray.

I wasn't shaking all over like Daniel expected, I wasn't horrified by the fact that her green emerald eyes resemble a cat's, I wasn't terrified by her pale skin against her straight blonde hair, I wasn't running away, not now, not ever. So watch out Serena, I'm a man and I can take you down.

I grinned at her while she scowls at me.


First scowl and this girl got me interesting in her, I'm not really sure how. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes. But like I said, I'm, not sure.

"Hey." I nodded at her.

"Hello." She pouted but I think it was meant to be a smile.

Serena groaned, probably because of her fail of a smile.

It lightened up my confidence, "It's okay, everyone has troubles sometimes." I smiled brightly.

"Are you mocking me?" she glared at me. Through her thick black glasses I can feel hot rays of the spots where she's staring at me.

Square in the eye.

Ouch. I think if I would stare longer there will be a hole in my eyeball.

And let me tell you, it wasn't pretty.

"I wasn—."

"Don't force yourself to talk to someone you are not interested in." She gave me one last look and looked straight at the front.

I sank in my sear feeling like crap.

"Okay class, talk to your new partners how cells are reproduced and write them down on one of your notebooks." Mr. Manalo, the lab teacher, assigned.

"Already done." Serena said not even looking at me putting her pencil down.

I sat there speechless for a moment but recovered in time, "Uh—cool I guess. So watcha wanna talk about? Since we're already done anyways." I asked trying to brighten up the atmosphere.

"Nothing. Work on being a man and I'll work on something productive and useful, like study for example."

Hey, at least I tried.

"Well okay then. Uh, how about you don't work on your studying and I won't work on being manlier—as if I need to be better." I joked and wink at her "and we'll just talk." I suggested.

"How about no?" She—kind of—smiled, well more of a smirk, but she left it on for only a second.

"How about yes. We're—you're—done the work anyways. You need to live once in a while." I said cracking her shell a little bit.

She sighed, "Fine. What do you want to talk about?" She rolled her eyes and played with her pen.

"Well." I tapped my finger on my chin, thinking, "We could talk about you. See I don't know much about you. So lets take this time getting to know each other." I said smiling.

Serena sighed and answered, "What do you want to know?"

"What's your favourite colour?"


"Cool. Mine's green. What's your natural hair colour?"

She stared at me in disbelief.

"What? You think I wouldn't notice?" I shrugged.

Serena scoffed and said expressionless, "Black."

I raised my eyebrows. "Hmm. Interesting. Mine's brown."

Her eyebrows furrowed together and looked at my head. "They look about as brown as they can get." She muttered.

I grinned. I am so gonna win this bet. Imma be a hundred dollar richer after this.

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty well off.

All my friends are. I mean our parents are like company owners, lawyers, actors or producers. But my parents settled off with my mom being a lawyer and my dad as a company owner of one of the biggest companies in the world. The Belin Company. My parents owned a grand mansion, five cars (I had only one of them but it's a pretty good car), and not to be bragging, but we have at least fifty maids in our mansion of a home.

But back to Serena, here.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name." I said smiling with the killer smile, girls apparently melt over.

"I didn't mention my name. And I'm sure you already know who I am." Serena said not bothering to look at me.

"Mike. Mike Belin. Son of the guy who owns the Belin Company. Millionair." I said grinning.

"Yeah I know who you are." She responded.

"Right." My confidence melting away.

"I'm sorry, I don't really socialize with people who are too vain." Serena annouced.


She called me vain.

I am not vain.

I laughed to cover up my pain, "You're good. Funny."

"I didn't intend it to be funny."

"But I found it funny so it's funny." I glared at her.

"Like I said, vain."