When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)

by Lindsey Iler

not groveling at her feet for any reason. How he puts up with her snobby, bitchy ways is beyond me. After hearing my name, Kennedy huffs toward me. She’s not thrilled about having to sit beside me. A rather entertaining snarl disfigures her lips. Every step closer, her scowl grows, as if I’m the social outcast. What have I ever done to this girl? Maybe I slept with her and never talked to her again. That’s doubtful. ‘Virgin’ is lit up in bright lights above her. If that didn’t give her away, the halo above her head would do the trick. I tend to stay as far away as possible from the innocent type. Girls like Kennedy are too much work for me. It’s a lot of hand holding and meeting the parents before you even find out what kind of panties she prefers to wear. Some guys like the thrill of the chase, which is exactly what Kennedy would be. Too. Much. Damn. Work. Whatever I did, (which I’m sure it’s something because I’m great at pissing off the girls in this school), couldn’t have warranted the blatant glare she shoots at me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead in a matter of seconds. She walks behind my chair and slams her books and notepad on the table. With a horrified expression on her face, she sits down beside me. Her skin turns bright pink when she looks at me through her long hair. It falls perfectly around her face. How innocently adorable of her. She grabs a handful of things out of her bag, laying them on the desk in a meticulous row. Good God, she’s a nerd. Damn it, sh...