[ WP ] Write a story , but the hero is the most insufferable , arrogant prick you could conceive .

The tardy bell rings as I'm walking down the hallway, minding my own business, when someone taps my shoulder. A timid voice says, `` Do you think you could-'' 
 
 `` No.'' I continue walking, glancing back only once, as the girl stands there, mouth hanging open slightly. 
 
 Nobody respects my time anymore. 
 
 I enter the classroom, the teacher pausing for a moment to watch me plop myself down into the desk with a grunt. 
 
 `` As I was saying, the formula for...'' 
 
 I tune him out quickly, preferring to draw teachers and fellow students being mauled by sharks and bears over listening to him drone on about things I'll never use in daily life. The bell goes off, signaling the next class. I drag my ass out of my seat and decide to skip classes until lunch. 
 
 I'll tell them I felt sick if anyone asks. 
 
 I start heading toward the field outside where the bleachers await. 
 
 A couple of smokes, that's all I need. 
 I sit at the top of the cold metal bleachers, stare out at the all but unused field, and take out my lighter. I close my eyes and sigh. 
 
 There's a quiet clearing of the throat and then the same timid voice from this morning says `` excuse me?'' 
 
 I do n't even bother opening my eyes as my head turns in her general direction. 
 
 The `` what?'' is punctuated with my eyes snapping open. She looks afraid to speak. `` Get on with it or leave. I did n't come out here to talk.'' 
 
 Her eyes flit nervously back and forth, never quite looking me in the eye. I don ’ t blame her; my gaze is too much for most people. I'm surprised she sought me out after I left her standing in the dust. She seems unable to stop tugging at the ends of her dark brown hair. 
 
 Waving my cigarette around flippantly, I grow tired of waiting for her to start talking. `` Speak up, babe. I ca n't quite hear you.'' She finally looks me dead in the eye, but ca n't hold it for more than a few seconds and looks away again. 
 
 `` My name is Lee.'' 
 
 `` Great, nice to meet you Bee.'' 
 
 `` Lee.'' 
 
 `` Key?'' 
 
 `` Lee.'' 
 
 `` Fee? What an strange name you have. Who came up with that?'' 
 
 `` Shut up,'' she says, a fire finally lighting up the forest in her dark green eyes. `` I'm not here to discuss my name.'' 
 
 It might get interesting now. 
 
 Squinting my eyes, I peer down at her from the bleachers and ask what she's here to discuss and why she's here bothering me instead of in English, where all good girls are supposed to be. Lee looks resentful at the last remark, but seems determined to tell me what she came for. 
 
 She looks up at me, all the timidness I saw before now behind her. `` I need you to be my boyfriend.'' My eyebrows shoot up for a moment, but I quickly regain my composure and flick my cigarette butt in her general direction. She takes a quick step back to dodge it. 
 
 I shrug, saying, `` why would I do that?'' 
 
 I'm intrigued, but this already reeks of too much work and not even for someone I find hot. I would only smash that after a couple of shots and a beer. I smirk at the thought, already thinking about the next party. 
 
 `` Something funny?'' 
 
 `` Oh, no. Not at all.'' I stand up, walk toward her as I lumber down, each footstep heavy. `` I just have no reason to help you.'' This time I smirk, getting right in her face. An instinctive step back. A step forward. Another step back. Another one forward. `` You never told me why I should help you.'' 
 `` I-I just-'' 
 `` You just what? Thought I was a good guy?'' 
 `` But you stopped Duncan from beating up...'' I sigh. 
 Another person who has me confused with some do-gooder. You stop someone else one time and then it's like people expect heroics from you. 
 
 `` Stop right there. I'm not a good guy, contrary to what you may have witnessed that day. I stopped Duncan from beating that snot-nosed brat up so that I could do it myself later.'' Lee opens her eyes wider. `` He owed me some money. I planned to get it and I did.'' I cross my arms and lean in close. `` Now tell me, why do you need a boyfriend?'' 
 
 `` If you're not going to help me, then we're done here.'' 
 
 I frown. `` You came to me. We're done when I say we're done.'' 
 
 She rolls her eyes and says, `` do n't try to pull that shit with me.'' 
 
 `` I did n't say I was n't going to help, but I want to know what your deal is.'' 
 
 I see the fire in eyes go out. She lowers her voice as she talks. `` Look, there's a guy. He wo n't leave me alone. He's mostly harmless, but I need someone to act like my boyfriend for a little while, at least until he finds the next girl to pine after.'' 
 
 I mull over what she says. `` Why me?'' 
 
 `` You're intimidating and you don ’ t care.'' 
 
 An accurate description. 
 
 I smile and crack my knuckles. `` All right, I think I can help you out.'' I turn her around so we're both facing the same way and wrap my arm around her shoulder, but not before giving her ass a quick squeeze. I have to make it convincing, even if there's no one around to see it.
