Leo 

"Annabelle, wait!" I hollered, racing towards her.

She turned around, saw me running after her, turned back around and walked faster towards her next class. I finally caught up to her, panting, my tongue lolling out like a dog.

She stopped and wrinkled her nose, her husky-blue eyes rolling up to the ceiling in a sassy way.

"Damn, do you speed-walk on the regular or something? You should join the marathon–you know, with the grandmas," I huffed, still catching my breath.

"Was that supposed to be an insult and a compliment?" She snapped, clutching her textbooks against her small chest.

"What? No, that was just a statement," I exclaimed, surprised.

Everything I said to her seemed like an insult or something and it really hurt me–kind of.

"Statement, my ass. What the hell do you want, Leo?" She demanded, with a withering look through her large glasses.

They were slipping down her tiny button-nose and my fingers itched at the urge to push it back up on the bridge of her nose. My not-so-sweet Annabelle. Always glaring daggers at me and avoiding me straight away.

I hopped on my feet, catching her unamused stare.

"I can't even say hi now, Anna-bear?" I said with a wide grin, winking at her with both of my eyes.

"Please, you haven't said a thing to me ever since that happened," she scoffed, wrinkling her nose at me.

"But–"

"And don't call me Anna-bear, I don't know you," she added, reaching for the doorknob to her class.

I stopped her, touching her arm and giving her my best puppy-dog look. She flinched from my touch, her pretty eyes widening.

"I'm still going to call you Anna-bear, I don't care," I pouted but apparently it was the wrong thing to say.

She rolled her eyes and started reaching for the doorknob again. I stopped her again, tugging her aside despite her protests.

"Please–Anna-bear, I mean Annabelle, hear me out. Please? Please? Pretty please with a strawberry on top?" I pleaded, getting down on both knees.

"S-s-stop it!" she hissed, her wide eyes glancing around as kids started staring in curiosity. Aw, her stutter was back. I always had a thing for stuttering dorks like her. They appealed to me like a carrot appealed to a rabbit.

After she started hanging out with the scary guy, AKA, the pariah, AKA the new boyfriend of my best amigo, AKA, the one who stole my best friend–she had stopped stuttering and I'm guessing the scary guy had something to do about it.

"Stop what? I need your attention and you're not giving it to me!" I yelped as she stomped hard on my foot.

"G-get the f-fuck u-up!" She growled, grinding her foot on my toes.

I hopped up on one foot, grimacing in pain. For a petite bundle of cuteness like her, she was hella strong. Then, again, women were definitely stronger, I learned that the hard way from my aggressive mama.

"I'm up, dios mio, Annabelle!" I squeaked, still hopping.

"What? What can you possibly have to say in that pea-sized brain of yours? Enlighten me." She huffed, leaning against the wall.

Abruptly, I reached over and grabbed her textbooks, settling them sloppily on the floor. She stomped her feet, hating that I was standing too close to her.

Ignoring her death stare, I pushed her glasses up, smiling down at her. She was honestly too cute for me and I wished that she would start smiling at me or at least, being friendlier towards me but apparently, the scary guy had taught her how to scowl like a deranged murderer.

"First of all, lift that frown upside down. Second of all, I apologize from the bottom of my heart, Annabelle," I told her, with a genuine look of remorse in my face.

I blinked at her hopefully and she just stared down at me, with that angry frown in her little face.

"You know, you didn't have to pity-date me to get to my step-dad, right?" She finally said.

"Pity-date? The fuck is that? I didn't pity-date you. I was actually into you–"

"Why? Why me? I'm not your type!"

"Why? I was tired of vapid cheerleaders–"

"So, I was just a new flavor–" She interrupted me, her glare intensifying.

"What, no, estás loca, chiquita? Of course not! I thought you were nice and sweet, cute and pretty and really, really smart. I liked everything about you–your stutter, your loose glasses, your pigtails, and the fact you never treated me like I was stupid or someone to pity," I stated, puffing up my chest.

"You're not stupid, I know that, Leo. You just act stupid, that's all. You may have liked me at one point but when you saw my step-dad–" She started, her voice softening.

"Is it weird that I liked you and uh, Professor Warren at the same time? Please tell me I'm not weird," I whispered, leaning close to her. Her eyes widened and she blinked rapidly.

"W-w-what?" she breathed, looking like I took a shit in her book bag or something.

I leaned closer to her, so close that I could see the gray flecks in her gorgeous eyes. Her cheeks flared pink at my proximity, her eyes fluttering as I sidled closer and closer, until her chest brushed against mine.

"Annabelle. I think I'm bi. It's impossible that I'm attracted to you and your--your..." I whispered, my voice trailing off as she stared with wide eyes.

"It's normal but my step-father? Out of all guys? Really? It hurt me when I caught you guys kissing," she whispered heatedly, recovering quickly.

"But, I wanted you too. I still need you. Please take me in!" I begged hurriedly.

"Leo," she began, sadly, her lower lip quivering.

"Please?"

"Yes." When she said out, I let out a huge sigh, hugging her tightly.

She was enveloped entirely in my bear hug and she squeaked in shock when I pressed my lips against hers. Her slight body melted against my frame and I grabbed her pigtails, the long braid winding around my hand. I moaned as I caught a whiff of her familiar scent, like roses and shampoo, and kissed her harder. Her hidden curves melded against me and my dick started waking up. Her eyes popped open at my instant reaction and she gasped as I nibbled on her lower lip, my eyes meeting hers.

Then, in the background, the man who haunted my dreams caught my eyes.

Professor Warren was staring directly at me.