A/N: I was gonna wait to post this but ahahahaha I can never wait. So this is for goldcaught for her birthday and is only part 1 of 2. I am still writing part 2 and will post that later, when its finished. Fair warning, this thing is a little over 9.5k so yeah. I apologize for your eyes.
Oh and its based on the movie of the same name.
Caroline Forbes didn’t believe in happy endings.
She had, once upon a time, but that was several heartaches and disappointments ago. Back before her father had practically dropped out of her life, moving on with his new family even when he’d sworn after the divorce that he would always be there for her.
Just like her highschool boyfriend and supposed forever love Tyler had said college wouldn’t come between them. Only for her to head down to his university one weekend to find him in bed with a brunette who’s name she didn’t even know.
Sitting around and wallowing for too long had never been her style though. There was too much to do, too many things to focus on, and like Scarlet O’Hara was known to say, ‘after all, tomorrow is another day’.
So Caroline had decided that from then on she would create her own happy ending instead of relying on others to help her see it through. Others were way too unreliable, which was really something she should have ground into her head ages before considering another of her mottos had always been ‘if you want something done right you have to do it yourself’. But part of her was also a hopeless romantic, loving the possibilities, believing in love and it was hard to turn her back on that, even if only for a little while.
But another heartbreak was something she had no intention in dealing with until she was finished with school.
Of course, fate never seemed to really like to play fair; especially not in regards to matters of the heart.
Caroline’s focus was school and right after that was her mom and her friends. And no amount of dimples or dreamy accent was going to make her deviate from that path. Especially not when all of that hotness came in one very arrogant package.
So not worth it.
She’d dealt with this kind of guy plenty of times in her life. That type that thought they were superior to everyone and sex on legs all at once. Thinking all they needed was to put on a little charm, smile and they’d easily slip into whichever girl’s pants of their choosing. It might have worked on sixteen year old Caroline, but it definitely wasn’t going to on her nineteen year old self.
She’d even been polite as could be at first. All sweet southern girl smiles while her eyes had been steely, utilizing that ‘don’t fuck with me’ look that used to make the girls on her squad tremble in fear when they messed up a routine.
So really was it her fault when she sprayed him with the water line from the bar after that terribly sexist pick up line?
His stunned look as his apparent friends finally dragged him out if the bar only made her silent victory that much sweeter.
Until Monday when he plopped down bedside her in chemistry class and was branded her lab partner and permanent thorn in her side.
“Don’t look so glum, sweetheart,” he drawled out, damn dimples on display again before that damn smirk blossomed on his face. “I’m sure we’ll be able to create quite a bit of explosive reactions together.”