Description of book "Matched With A School Weirdo"
"Now you are my girlfriend."
"What?" I jolt up my head, shocked by such a declare and then stammer. "But it is not how it works." Peeved at his repetitive mantra, I manage to raise my tone at him, despite my principle to always treat people with respect.
"I don't need a psychopathic self-proclaimed boyfriend." I insist directly.
I don't even understand whom I crossed the road or did something bad for this bitchy karma to tumble on my shoulders when I least expected it.
I can't utter a single word when he leans in crossing the dangerous zone of our distance. His soft whisper brushes across my neck, instantly sending the tingles to dance on my skin. "Maybe it's fate. And you can't run away from fate, baby, can you?"