Xavier's POV:
"What are you doing here? Don't you have class?" I snapped, and she flinched.
"I can do whatever I want! Don’t you have class too?" she stuttered.
"How did you know about this place?" I frowned.
"I didn't. It was my only option," she shrugged.
"You should have gone with the other one," I muttered.
"The library?" She laughed. "No way."
"What's wrong with the library? Don’t girls like you love books?"
"Girls like me?" she glared. "Let me make this clear: I don’t like books; I avoid them."
"Oh really? So, you're a bad girl then?"
"Yes, I've been in a cell twice and received warnings," she shrugged, as if it were nothing.
Impressive, but not enough.
"Not good enough?" she scoffed, scowling at me.
"Then prove it. Show me you’re a bad girl," I challenged. No one in the
