Emma Cole, a nerd in high school and untouched all throughout her life at a community college, was abandoned by her birth parents and grew up in foster care homes all around New York. Whenever her name was mentioned, the people who knew her laughed and called her foul names, since she looked like the female version of Steve Urkel and was easy to pick on and belittle. She had no sense of style. All she wore were big dresses that hid her tiny figure underneath and glasses which didn"t do her eyes ...

"I hate you," I said, but my voice came out as a whisper.
"I know," he whispered back, closing the distance between us. He grazed my lower lip wth his thumb and tugged it down slightly.
"But I still want you." He added, his lips inches away from mine.
He placed his forehead on mine, his nose grazing mine. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss.
I hated him. I hated how my body react to him. To his touch, his smell, to everything about him. He made my life hell since the moment he se...