The Bad Boy Had His Reasons

"Kaelyn, do you know how many guys want you?" I asked her. She shook her head, I could see a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"What are you talking about? No guys 'want' me. I'm just plain old me," She mumbled. I shook my head. I tried to grab her hand but she yanked it away.

"Kaelyn, have you not noticed how many guys check you out in the hallways at school? It disgusts me, they look at you as if you are a piece of meat." I started. Butterflies began to erupt in my stomach. "But, I'm not like that. I look at you as if you are a beautiful, smart, and funny girl. You have no idea what you're doing to me,"

Without even knowing what I was doing, I crashed my lips onto hers. I tried forcing all my feelings into the kiss, but none were returned. I instantly regretted the whole talk when she pushed me back.

"I know what you're doing Collins, and I will not be another pawn in your game." She spat. She turned around on her heels and walked away.

I leaned back against the lockers, I was about to punch something. I messed up again. When will I be able to get her to trust me?