Hoodie Girl Messed Up

Jason's POV:

Who the hell does she think she is? I thought. No one in their right mind would ask to switch from working with me. I'm Jason Knight. Even if I was dumb as a rock—which I'm not—everyone in this school would kill for a chance to partner up with me. Yet here she was, the hoodie girl, practically begging to get away from me. 

I could feel all eyes in the room on us, and it only fueled my annoyance. The professor, of course, shut her down. Good. But that didn't stop the room from buzzing like a damn beehive, as if she'd just done something unheard of. What did they expect? That I'd let her just walk away? Hell no.

As I watched her sit back in her chair, clearly frustrated, I couldn't help but feel like this was a challenge. No one had ever made me feel like I wasn't good enough. People tried so hard to get into my good graces, and here she was trying to slip out of it. That wasn't going to fly with me.