~ Avril's POV ~
I don’t know why that jerk helps me out there, but I am sure he did that because of one of his whims.
I got breathless back there because of his warm breath which was fanning my face and also because of his cologne.
I seriously wanted to hold him closer to me, but why? Have I finally gone insane? What the heck I am thinking?
Why I am hoping that he helped me there because he wanted to and not because of one of his whims?
Why does it matter to me if he helped me out or not? Why is my mind filled with the thoughts of that guy?
This is not at all good, Avril. Don’t forget that he is the same heartless jerk who dared to crumble your self-respect and name just because of his ego and stubbornness. His and your world are apart from one another.
Thinking about him is just a
