A young girl once said that if you want something, you have to fight for it. Well, I want something. And I am fighting for it. Those beautiful pink eyes will never be something I forget. Ever. Not in a lifetime. But, even though I was being pinned against the wall, I wouldn't give up. Not when I could get with him. He's so. . .pretty. Everyone, aside from this idiot who was pinning me to the wall, wants to be with him.

"Stop daydreaming!" Master Oops said. "You're supposed to be focusing on me!"

I restrained myself from kneeing him in the crotch. "I'm not into you, you. . .I'm not doing anything with you!"

Pink was the only thing I saw for ten seconds straight. Then Master Oops fell to the floor. That's when I saw Atlas. I gulped and blushed really hard.

"You good?" he asked me. "You look. . .red? And. . .pale?"

I laughed nervously. "Yaa, fine, totally fine."

He smiled. "Can I just say, I love your German accent."

I smiled, looking away. He's way too hot. I thought.

Katya walked up. She leaned against the lockers and raised a brow. "Are you guys coming, or what?" Her Russian accent echoed through my ears.

I nod and we go to class together.

After school.

Atlas was headed home when I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty hall. He stumbled backward, and almost crashed into the ground, but I caught him. He looked down at me. Then he chuckled.

"August. What do you need?" he asked me.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote on it. He read it and looked back to me. "You want to go to the park with me?"

"Yaa."

He grabbed my hand, laced our fingers and walked with me to the park.