Maybe, it was the alcohol still buzzing my head—I've had four...no, six drinks,— I slightly leant in. "Chase?" "Hmm?" "Can I ask you something?" My eyes were so focused on the freckles that dusted his nose and faded on his cheeks, that I thought imagined how he, too, slowly leant in and the slight tremor in his voice when he replied. "You can ask me anything, Fiona." My hand came up to rest on the nape of his neck as I pulled him in and whispered, "Kiss me." ~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~ Fiona doesn't like boys. Except her dad, her cousin and her grandpa. She is attending a new high school where she has to worry about how to teach the boys there, fast enough to not bother her. But what when the eyes of the school's golden boy are stuck on her. Who is going to break the other first?