"Oh, shut up, Deacon." I snapped, my facade failing, and my feelings beginning to show. "Don't you go all PMS on me, or I'll tell everyone that the big, bad boy we all know and love to hate played Barbies with me until he was eleven." He glared at me. "Do that, and I'll bloody kill you." ONESHOT.

[COMPLETE] He is the popular, hot guy. He is also my brother's best friend and the bane of my existence. And me? Well I'm just the girl that hates him. Now add in a project, my best friend, another guy, and some corn...when did my life become a cliche?