Blurb
He was the fire that girls swarmed to like moths to a flame. The lethal, toxic smoke that lingered in the air hours after he was there.
I understood he was dangerous and a fire closing in on himself. I also understood that in some screwed up way, that was what drew me to him.
I wasn't like most of the school's population, I hadn't held my virginity out to him in the palm of my hands. I don't bat my fake eyelashes in hopes he'd notice me; hell, I'm sure he has absolutely no clue I exist.
That didn't stop me from standing outside the classes he actually decided to show up too once and a while, and pretending I had gotten lost when he asked me what I was doing there.
It didn't stop me from standing with the crowds of girls in front of the school when he started his motorcycle and took off out of the parking lot, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust behind.