"NO!"

I hurried my steps toward my fist class, pushing students out of my way. The hall was flooded with students when the bell rang, signifying the beginning of fist period.

I have never been late in my life, not even by a second. I'm the type of student that loves keeping her grades up and is always five minutes early to every class. I am adored by every teacher, and I never get into any sort of trouble. I'm friends with anyone, but I do try to keep my distance from the populars. They could decide to flip and embarrass you in front of the entire school.

Unfortunately, today I was late because of my incredibly stupid idiot of a brother. His car broke down and he had to urgently reach somewhere, probably to another on one of his tinder dates checking out his style hair, rich perfume , and button up shirt paired with his denim jeans he just got yesterday.

Noah is two years older than me, and he has always treated me like a five-year-old. He's always very protective of me and he never lets a guy come near me, which is one of the many reasons for why I'm still single.

Oopsie, forgot to introduce myself.

I am Alexandria Montefalco eighteen. This is my last year in high school and I'm as single as a scale. There is no trace of romance in my life, never had been, and never will be.

Why, you ask?

Stupid question. No one in high school wants to date a nerd. I mean, who likes a teacher's pet who always has her nose stuck in books and never attends a single party? Obviously, no one.

I have many friends, but there is only one person who I can call my real friend. Kaitlyn Williams, a beautiful girl with long blonde hair, green eyes, and a bubbly personality. She can easily fit in with the populars, but she doesn't want to because she hates them.

Anyway, its better to remain unknown than suck every human with a ****.

Her words, not mine.

I push the door of the classroom open and Ms.Jones glanced at me from under her thick-framed glasses. My cheeks heat up as the class went silent with me as the center of attention. I fiddle with the sleeves of my see green top.

"Ms. Montefalco, you're late."

Thanks for stating the obvious.

Of course, I wasn't going to say that out loud. I have never talked back to anyone in my entire life because that's just not me.

"Um...I..uh-" I stammered, all thanks to my shy personality.

"Because this is your fist time, I will let it slide. Take your seat." I nodded, hurriedly walking towards my seat, looking down the entire time.

"Well,well,well. Is the nerd late?" One of the jocks teased from behind. I instantly knew that voice.

That voice belonged to none other than Ace Ashton Knight.

The number-one jock of the school, who has probably slept with every girl in this school, except me and Stella, of course. He has beautiful blue eyes and black hair spiked to perfection. And don't forget That god-like body.

I don't have any grudges against him, or against any jock but I really prefer if they minded their own business.

I ignored his comment and took out my textbook, opening the page from which Ms. Jones was teaching. Thirty minutes and a lot of history later, the bell finally ran, signalling the end of the period.

Just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I have to love every subject.

Finally packing all of my stuff in my bag, I decided to leave, only to smack my head into something.

"Ow!" I muttered as I rubbed my now sore head.

I was already late to one class and I'm definitely not planning to be late again. However, there was a problem. Something was stopping me from moving. I looked up and my breath hitched at the close proximity. I did not realize that Ace Ashton Knight's hand was resting on my waist, pulling us a little too close.

Those blue eyes seemed so breathtakingly beautiful from this close. I have always been a sucker of blue eyes after watching Ian Somerhalder in Vampire Diaries. Electricity shot down my body as my cheeks turned pink. I attempted to pull myself back, but couldn't. Knitting my brows, I looked at Ace, confused as to why he wouldn't let me go.

"Um-" His smirk widened and my cheeks flushed the darkest shade of pink.

"Your necklace." He whispered, his voice causing chills to run through my body. My eyes landed on my necklace which was stuck in Ace's silver chain.

"Sorry." I muttered as I tired to unhook my necklace from his chain. Keyword being tried. With every passing second I was getting more and more nervous. I have never been this close to any guy.

My fingers were working quickly, trying to separate our chains as Ace shamelessly stared at me.

"It's not coming off." I finally spoke as I looked up. Big mistake. He was so close that I could feel his minty breath on my lips. My body was flush against his, our faces just inches apart.

"Can you please,um, help?" Why am I stuttering? Obviously because of a greek god standing right in front of me. I am not at all ashamed when I stay that he is everything a girl could wish for. From his gorgeous face, to his rock-hard muscles, to his way of talking. Everything about him is perfect.

He pulled me closer by the waist and leaned closer. My nerves were all over the place and I could feel myself getting hot.

"Ace?" He shut me up by placing his finger on my lips.

"Shh, Alexandria."

Holy fudge!

He knows my name!

"Don't act so shocked. I never forget the name of a hot chick."

Okay, don't worry Alexandria. It's not a big deal. I mean, the hottest guy in school called you hot, knows your name, and holding you close. Nope, no biggie at all.

His fingers grazed my skin as he worked his way among my necklace. Within no time, I was out of his hold. I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked out of class, not glancing at him once.

Just as I walked out of class, I heard him shout, "You've got a nice ***, nerd!"

I groaned in frustration, screaming into my pillows. How can he do that? She knows I hate going outside. I'm an antisocial person when it comes to the unknown. I can't even utter a 'hi' without making a fool of my self and still,still, she decided it was good for me to babysit some boy.

I threw the pillow off the bed and it landed on someone's face. "The ****?!"

"Noah, you didn't knock." I hate it when people enter my room without knocking. It feels like a breach of privacy and I, for one don't like when people question me.

"You're were screaming and jumping for the past one hour, so I thought you were fucking someone." He said, sitting in my bed.

"Wow Noah, thank you for having such faith in me." I rolled my eyes and scrolled through my phone.

I really need one of Kaitlyn's talks.

"Where is he?" Noah asked, glancing around the room. I knitted my eyebrows, confused.

"Where is who?"

"The person you were fucking."

"Can you please not use that kind of language? You know, I hate it when people swear, and no there is no one in my room. I wasn't doing the deed with anyone."

"The why were you screaming?" I plopped down on my bed and let out another muffled scream into my pillows. Noah just looked at me like I had done mental.

Maybe I have!

I don't want to babysit some little boy. It's not like I hate kids, in fact, I love them, but there's a no stepping out of my room policy on school days that I faithfully follow. Who likes going out on school days anyways?

Not me.

"Mom is sending me to babysit her friend's son." I grumbled as I slouched deeper into the bed.

"Damn, that sucks."

"Thank you for your encouraging words, dear brother." I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice. I'm only like this when I'm with someone really close, which only consists of my parents, Noah, and Kaitlyn. With anyone else I'm a nervous wreck.

"Have fun babysitting some kid, I'll just hangout with Jace." I nodded my head as he walked out of the room. Jace is his best friend, and they've been together since diaper days. Trust me when I say that they both are crack.

Scrolling through my phone, I dialed Kaitlyn's number, hoping that her talk will hopefully do some good for me like always.

"Alexandria, what's up?"

"Babysitting is what's up."

"What?" I explained my sad story to her and she listened carefully.

"Tell me what to do!!"

"Come on, alexa. It's no big deal. It's Tuesday, and knowing you, you're already done with all the homework." She's not wrong. " I don't think there should be any problem babysitting some cute little boy."

Sounds appealing.

"Thank you, Kaitlyn."

"Okay then, b--"

"wait!!" I yelled before she could hang up.

"What now?"

"What should I wear?" She started laughing at my question. "Hey! Stop laughing!! I'm already nervous."

"It's just a lil guy alexa. Wear whatever. Considering today's weather, ho with ripped shorts and black t-shirt."

"But those are like, literally ripped!"

"Duh." With that said, she hung up on me

Ugh!

I hate you mom!

Thirty minutes later I was standing outside a hugehouse, wearing my ripped shorts and a black t-shirt with my hair down and phone In my hand. Taking a deep breath, I rang the bell.

Maybe, just maybe, they are not home. My hope was crushed when I heard footsteps coming closer.

The door swung open, and there stood a beautiful woman in her late thirties. She had gorgeous blue eyes and thick brown hair. Her eyes widened and she grinned happily when she saw me.

"Come in, come in! You must be Alexandria!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh, stop with the formalities! You are the daughter of my best friend, adter all. Call me Sarah."

I chuckled. " okat Sarah."

"Thank god you are here! I'm going out with my husband, Paul, and I don't want my son silently sneaking out." Exactly how old is she?

"Make sure he does call any of his friends over or sneak out. We will be home by nine. I'd he gives you any trouble at all, just give me a call, okay?" I nodded my head and smiled. She's so sweet! I hope her son turns out to be as nice as her.

"You must be the babysitter." A man in his early forties came striding down the steps.

"You're late, Paul." Sarah scolded a she gave her a sheepish smile. For some reason, I felt like I know them from somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Where is he?" Sarah asked. Paul shrugged his shoulders.

"Ace!" She yelled, calling for her son. The sound instantly sent shivers down my spine.

A little while later, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

How much can a little boy weigh?

Oh no, it can't be him, right?

I mean, he's a fully grown guy, and he's capable of creating another kd. Why would his parents need a babysitter to take care of him?

The footsteps came closer. I instinctively turned around to meet with a very familiar face. His face morphed into shock, which disappeared and was replaced with a smirk. My eyes widened when I looked at him.

There no doubt now why I recognised Sarah and Paul. All of them looked very similar, with Sarah having the same bue eyes and Paul having very similar facial features.

"Nerd." There was a hint of amusement and teasing in his voice, and I instantly felt nervous.

Is it too late to back off?

"Ace."

I fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt nervously, because none other than the infamous Ace Ashton Knight was standing right in front of me. And maybe I add, looking hot as hell.

"I'm guessing that you two know each other?" Sarah spoke with a small smile on her face, instantly breaking the tension in the air.

"Oh don't tell me you're another one of his whores." Paul remarked. I felt heat rush to my cheeks out of embarrassment.

"Um, No." I managed to choke out.

Ace didn't deny anything. He just stood there with a stupid smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets. He wasn't even trying to deny the accusations, as if he actually wanted them to believe that I'm one of his many whores.

"Paul! Stop embarrassing the poor girl!" Sarah smacked the back of Paul's head. He winced, giving me a harsh glare that made me want to dig a hole six feet under and bury myself inside, not coming out for another century.

"Dad, calm down. She's just in a few of my classes, nothing else." Ace replied as he sent me a suggestion wink. This did nothing to reassure Paul, who was still looking at me with a judgmental stare. Sarah broke in and gave Paul a glare.

"Oh don't mind him sweetie, he's just an idiot who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. I'm sorry."

"It's fine!" I replied, squirming in place.

"We'll leave before he decides to make things more awkward." She says, giving me a sweet smile as she held Paul's hand and dragged him out of the house n

After they left, I didn't know what to do. I thought I was supposed to babysit a child, not a full grown teenager. I glanced at him, only to find him staring at me. I look Away, deciding to stare at the floor instead.

"This is not how you babysit someone." Ace spoke, a hint of mischief in his tone.

When I didn't say anything, he continued. "Are you one of those crazy stalker chicks?"

I frantically shook my head, raising by eyebrows. This was getting more and more awkward with each passing second. My nerves were through the roof at this point.

"You don't seem like a girl who volunteers to babysit a guy with hormonal problems."

"Oh I don't, this was a forced decision." I muttered under my breath, hoping he wouldn't hear, but judging from his amused look, he heard every word.

"Really? How?" He asked as he leaned against the wall, his muscles flexing as he crossed his arms.

"My mom forced me to baby her friend's son. I don't know the exact age, so I thought I'd looking after a cute little boy."

"So you're saying that I'm not cute? Damn that hurts." He teased, mockingly holding a hand over his heart.

He just wants to see me squirm and embarrass myself, I thought. I decided to keep quite. Maybe, if I don't say anything, he won't irritate me.

Ignoring him, I took in the house. A huge chandelier hung from the raised ceiling, lighrs circling all around it. The walls were painted a golden color with brown accents, making the room absolutely gorgeous. The tiles shine brightly below me. I was absolutely positive that if I learned down, I'd be able to clealy see my face.

Expensive vases and showpieces were dotted all around the house. I couldn't even imagine how beautiful the rest of the house would be. I knew that Ace was rich, but I didn't know to what extent. I've heard many girls gush about his riches, and how they would love to be his princess. It's really too bad that he never goes for round two.

"Come on, let me give you a tour." Ace said , holding out his hand. Looked at it suspicious, only to hear him chuckle.

"I don't bite." A blush rose to my cheeks at his words. Hesitantly, I placed my hand In his larger one. He left me all around the house while I trailed behind him. Electricity shot down my spine when he entwined our fingers, molding our hands together. I tried not to blush at this gesture. After all, I'm probably not the first girl he's done this with.

He led me through the kitchen, dinning room, and ballroom. Yes, he had a freaking ballroom. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't completely in love with his mansion. I've always wanted to be an interior designer, so this was like a dream come true, making me want yo pursue designing even more.

We walked up the carpeted stairs, and I tried my hardest not to trip and fall. I could feel my heartbeat increase with evey passing second. I have no idea why I'm feeling this way. Maybe because this is my fist time at a guy's house. And not just any guy, a very handsome and muscular guy who is holding my hand. The previously mentioned hand-holding was not helping the situation.

"There are a lot of room, but the only important one is mine." He smirked, winking at me. A blush rose to my cheeks at his wink.

I cannot believe this boy's nerve!!

He's using his charm, and it completely, one-hundred percent working. I Don't want to be another girl who cries over a boy like him. I have plenty of other things to do than waste my time over a guy who doesn't give damn.

"Ready?" He asks, his smirk widening as he stands in front of the door.

"Um, not exactly." I reply. He seemed surprised by my honest remarks. He was probably expecting me to jump into his arms.

He finally opened the door and led me inside. His room was not as messy as I expected, but it wasn't clean either. There were shirts lying on the floor and some food wrappers on this bed. The walls were a light gray color with black and silver tints. A huge window with black curtains took up most of the wall opposite his king sized bed. A desk, which I'm pretty sure he never uses, sits next to his bed. I'm not trying to give in to stereotypes, but his grades speak for themselves. His floor was a soft black carpet, with dozens of photo frames hanging on the walls. If this was my room, I would never leave. There was even an attached bathroom.

"Do you like it?" He asked, glancing around as if he was nervous. Ha! That's funny.

"Love it." I blurted out.

"Come here." He patted the place beside him on the bed. I made my way to the bed, keeping a good amount of distance between us.

This distance must've unnerved him because he kept inching closer. I discreetly moved away evey time he came closer. This continued until my back his the headrest.

"Um, can you move back?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Why? Am I making you nervous?" He asked cockily. I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

"Then you won't mind move back?"

"Doing w--" I was cut short when he pushed me until my back hit the soft duvet, his body hovering over me as he leaned in.