My Bully Has a Curvy Type

BETTY:
I transferred to Riverside Prep hoping to lay low. Blend in. Survive.
Didn't happen.
Instead, I got shoved into the boys' locker room on day one and accidentally made eye contact with a half-naked Marcus Mitchell-golden boy, basketball star, resident asshole. And now? I'm a punchline. A meme. The fat girl who shouldn't be here.
Except he keeps looking at me like I'm not a joke. Like I'm a challenge. Like he wants to ruin me-and maybe worship me too.
He kissed me once. I haven't been able to breathe right since.
But I've seen what guys like him do to girls like me.
And I refuse to be a before-and-after story in his ego trip.
MARCUS:
It was supposed to be a prank. A distraction. A way to stay on my father's good side.
But Betty Branson? She's not a distraction. She's a f*cking disruption.
Curvy. Sharp-tongued. Soft in all the places that make me lose focus every time she walks into a room.
She doesn't shrink. She swings back.
And she hit me in the damn balls the last time I got too close.
I should stay away.
But I keep thinking about that kiss. About her mouth. Her mouth on me.
And I don't know if I want to break her walls down... or just beg to be let inside.