Ah high school, the one place all your hopes and dreams go to get crushed and burned. . . . "Are you 12 or something?" I raised my eyebrow at the immature seventeen year old. "Yeah 'Ronica, on a scale of one to ten" he winked back at me, using that stupid nickname. I was completely taken aback from his comment. I was speechless. "What?" His thick brown eyebrow raised, while the smirk on his face grew larger. "Does Veronica Smith; the Queen of spitfire, not have a sassy comeback?" I don't know what happened. His face was so close, maybe I was just caught in the heat of mood. I, Veronica Smith just kissed Greyson Knight. The school's beloved man whore, and I liked it. . . . rewriting start: May 4th, 2018 rewriting end: soon