"Sweet talk me "

I frown a bit at the sudden statement , looking up from the tinted red diner cups , I find myself staring into hazel eyes with the prettiest flecks of amber.

The eyes were the same hazel colour that any girl could manage to fall for, however, I knew that it would take more than preety eyes to have me swooning .

" Hard to do that when there's absolutely nothing sweet about you to talk about" I reply in my most monotonous tone, not a fan of charismatic lines made for hopelessly vulnerable girls.

Mr. Hazel eyes gives me a cold laugh, almost out of courtesy and obviously forced out , Archer west the owner of the eyes, is quite something and yet I can't decide if he's something I want to run away from or verbally battle. He's a unique guy notorious for his lethal charisma and expensive habits. Archer west is a risk, one that a certain girl is unsure about indulging in.

To be completely honest, he is more than just simply unique, Archer is quite the character , the definition of bad. He's far worse than the average badass that simply rides a beaten up motorcycle in fact, he even puts the '***' in badass, Archer makes me want to move my *** ten miles away from his ***, his presence upsetting and causing a sense of discomfort to arise.

"Sweet talk me " he says once more the words coming out more as a controlling demand.

A demand he doesn't even bother to say the word 'please' with.

I say nothing for a matter of seconds. contempt acting a good comeback before I find myself whispering "apple pie, red velvet cheesecake, cannoli, creme brulee-"

I feel a hand pressed against my mouth before I have the chance to say flan, one of my personal favourite dessert dishes to ever exist. My comeback not obviously not what he wanting to hear '.

"Ha-ha very funny Grey " he says however he's not laughing, his devilishly handsome face not at all amused.

He is good looking, Archer west is devilishly good looking , although he is quite possibly the hugest asshole of the decade and yet I must say that he is bestowed with good looks that any man is to be jealous of. The whole dark hair and hazel eyes combination.

That he accessorizes with a cigarette has almost, as in he couldn't possibly have me in a lovesick trace.

He uncovers my mouth and I reveal an unsatisfied look, one even a high school imbecile like him can read.

"Wow, you know my last name and I'm not even a girl you've banged aren't I special ?" I say bitterly, ready for our unusual conversation to come to its end.

He gives me a dry laugh, no charisma laced in it.

"You're extra special, Grey , afterall , I know not only your last name but your beautiful first one too "

He replies with a damn smirk that had me almost swooning .

The keyword is almost.

The killer smirk he displays is the one that makes you want to admit defeat to, the one I personally want to slap off his preety face. I wish I had more than simply good looks.

"What do you want from me "? I ask cutting the chase, realising that he wasn't planning to leave my workplace without succeeding in the conversation.

He doesn't say anything. He just stared at me intensely , he stares and stares while I start back at an equal intensity. Somehow this had become an unannounced staring contest because the moment I interrupt our stare down with a blink he says "you and me Grey ".

I find the urge to correct him up that my first name is not 'Grey'

"You and me Grey let's play a game we'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. when you fall in love with me between the time span. I win, if in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes and player ways" He says rather loudly and swiftly in one breath with a sense of seriousness in his hazel eyes.

I blink just to still be faced with him, shock an obvious expression I'm wearing.

To thinks that I will play house with him, he's a funny one he believes that I will be willingly date him and fall in love with the school most notorious of boys ..........

"I know what you want" he says softly where only I can hear

He knows what I want you? Now I haven't heard that line before.

"And why is that, preety boy ?" I ask in the same whisper, leaning against the counter. He moves his face closer to mine, his lips are inches from mine. Just about too close for my comfort, he is currently invading my personal space.

"Revenge" he whispers .

"You're funny Archer" I reply with a laugh, taking a step back away from him

I wait for him to join my laughter but he doesn't and looks at me with the same intensity.

"Ryder cheated on you. Ryder cheated out on me" he says with just about no emotion played on his face, "we would be dating in public to rub it in his face and then I added a twist. If either of us happens to fall in love with each other in the next three months then they lose. Wouldn't you like to be the one that possibly made the bad boy a softie

I bit my lip and just grab a rag to wipe the counter down, the rag being taken out of my hand a second later.

"Are you afraid you'll lose and fall in love with me ?" he says with a fake little pout

I laugh a big hearty laugh and just throw a glare at him.

"Please the world would have to be at its end before I feel in love in love with you" I snicker

He doesn't give me some wisecrack remark and simply just stands up, tossing a five-dollar bill on the counter and grabbing my arm. He takes a pen from my blouse pocket and writes his phone number on my arm , I roll my eyes as he does, not bothering to stop him.

After he finishes his little masterpiece he closes the pen and tosses it back at me, grabbing his jacket before he walks straight out of the diners door.

"Call me" he yells as the front door bell chimes him being out the door in a moment of seconds

Call me when you're up to the challenge

\* \* \* \*

"Ring, Ring! Your favourite badass is out at the moment, please leave a message at the buzz or not i couldn't care less. Have a fucking fantastic day. Yours truly, Archer West".

Archer West is a full-fledged idiot, he has the nerve to tell me to give him a call and yet he doesn't even bother to answer my spontaneous call when i finally decided to reach out to him

It wasn't of my intentions to reach out to the smirking asshole, however, i had a freaky moment like one That's So Raven at 2:16 convinced me to play along with Archers game. There's no way I would fall for such an arrogant, cocky and narcissistic asshole so playing his game could possibly be of any harm, in addition, Archers cheeky game would mean revenge on Ryder Cheating Nilson.

Perhaps he wasn't answering my phone call because it was nearly three in the morning but nevertheless, he should be on a call after proposing such a daring game.

Thirty minutes pass of silence and darkness before I hear my phone vibrating rapidly, the phone's screen flashing his name on it.

"I knew you would call" he says the moment I pick up, his voice sounding dry and low as if he had just now wakened up.

I ruffle my nose and reply. "And how is that ?"

"There's only one person who hates Ryder Nilson more than me, you would do anything to get back at him" he replies swiftly, I could just imagine his cocky grin.

"I dont necessarily hate hate him" I mutter not wanting to admit that Archer was right.

He snorts through the phone and I hear each and every breath of his, " Darling, you hate him with your entire soul".

I don't reply to him immediately, I do hate Ryder. Ryder is probably an even bigger asshole than Archer West, the simple of Ryder is painful.

"Anyways, what's the game plan?" I ask, shifting the phone to my other ear.

"Glad to hear that you're speaking my language", he begins "At school tomorrow I'll properly court you and then win the game because you'll fall in love with me quicker than it takes Taylor Swift to write a song about her ex".