June.

I can't believe my luck.

You know what? I actually can. I'm always put in such questionable situations that I wonder if fate is putting an unfunny joke on me.

Like the time when I was still in high school, just about to lose my virginity to my first girlfriend and then sirens turned on because a fucking tornado was approaching our town. Lindsay freaked out and pushed me so hard off her that I fell and hit my head on the floor.

And what's even worst is that after we went to safety the tornado never came. Yes, false alert. I guess the situation was too awkward for Lindsay that we ended up breaking up.

But now, I feel like this is worst than a tornado. I may be dramatizing the situation but that's what this girl feels like. A tornado that's about to ravage my life, and not in a good way.

The professor of my Sociology class had just assigned us a group project, everyone found their pair and when I asked who was Mavis Spencer the professor said she was a transfer student who was probably late. And ten seconds later She was there, the raging blond staring right back at me with her soul-eating eyes.

She is Mavis Spencer.

She stalks her way to the professor, while he explains to her what he just assigned to us her expression is as mundane as it can be. That was until he points at me and her lips turned into a snarl.

I felt my heart quicken with every angry step she took toward me. Since when does a girl have such an effect on me?

I shake my head and take a deep breath, bracing myself. I'm not going to let a "little blond" scare me.

"Make him change your partner." she was in front of me and already making amends.

"Why didn't you do it?" I ask not lowering my gaze from her intimidating one.

"You think I didn't try? He cut me off before I could finish," she says in a dull yet frustrated tone.

I fall back into my chair and shrug, "well, he won't listen to me either."

"Make him listen to you." she asserts, her eyes sending daggers to my nonchalant response.

"He won't. So you either sit down and we discuss how we are going to do this or leave and change courses if you want another partner."

She studied me for a long silent minute before she demanded, "Move."

She said gesturing to the empty seat next to me, probably so she could sit down in mine. "A please won't kill you."

"We already went through this, don't make it complicated."

I sigh and slide to the next so she could settle down.

"What's your name?" she asks while she brings her laptop out of her bag.

"Didn't the professor tell you?" I ask the obvious question.

"I stopped listening to him the second he pointed you out," she confessed, boredom lacing her voice.

"June Moraine."

Me introducing myself earned me an amused stare and a beautifully wicked smile.

My first thought was she should smile more, and then my second thought was what was she smiling about. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shrugged and looked back to her screen. "Just thought your name fits you."

"And why is that?" I ask making her shrug once again, "Put your email address here, and we can work this over google docs."

I write down my email before I remind her, "we have to meet at least once or twice at the library, we need to go over many books."

She looks at me, seeming irritated that I even spoke. "There is something called the internet, you can find any book you want, moron."

I glare at her, now I'm the irritated one. "The subject we have to write about is as ancient as the pyramids, I don't think you can find those books on the internet, genius."

She huffed as if I was bluffing her and tried to do some research on the web but as I expected ended up with nothing much. "Believe me now?"

"When?" she demands.

"I don't tolerate rude people," I affirmed, her attitude annoying the hell out of me.

She whips her head in my direction, fire blazing her eyes as usual. "No one asked you to tolerate me."

"I will have to if I have to work with you, so tone down the attitude." I shoot back at her. She narrows her eyes at me but doesn't say much else.

We discuss a few parts of the project and when we should meet before the class is done and she leaves without another word.

Not that I expected a goodbye from her, but it annoys me so much when people are unapologetically rude. My mother raised me to always be nice no matter what, but this girl is testing my limits.