A Woman Scorned

Disclaimer: I own no one but Miss. Perfect

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
-Goo Goo Dolls

Warren Peace twisted around in his seat quite suddenly at lunch. Someone was staring at him…again. He scanned the cafeteria, but, as usual, he could see no one staring. When he turned back to his lunch, everyone at the table was watching him curiously.

"What?" he asked in his usual tone that no longer caused his friends to flinch.

"Warren, you've done that five times already today," Layla pointed out logically. "We're just curious as to why."

"Someone's staring at me," he growled. "And every time I turn around, they stop."

"It's that red-haired girl over there," Ethan spoke up suddenly. "Every time you look over there she starts reading."

"Thanks, Popsicle," Warren turned around again and spotted the girl, who was, apparently, quite busy reading. He groaned as he realized who it was.

"What?" Layla asked. "Who is she?"

"Miss. Perfect," Warren looked as if he wanted to bang his head on the table, but, being Warren, his tough-guy image wouldn't allow him to do so.

"Miss. Perfect?" Will asked, trying his very hardest to repress his amused smile and failing utterly.

"It's not her real name," Warren glowered. "It's Sally or Susie or something like that. She's insane though. Everything has to be 'just so' with her." He gave a disgusted sigh. "That's why everyone calls her Miss. Perfect." He glanced backwards again, "And now, apparently, she's obsessed with me. Maybe I'm her next project."

Layla reached across the table and patted his hand comfortingly. Warren gave her a look that said 'Stop touching me or I'll burn you' and she quickly pulled her hand back with an apologetic look.

Warren could feel eyes on his back again.

"She's staring again, isn't she?"

"Yup," Ethan answered promptly.

"I'm outta here," Warren said, standing angrily and slinging his book bag over his shoulder.

As he marched out of the cafeteria, a sour look on his face, he could feel her staring at him, and he couldn't help but wonder: 'What the heck does she want?'

Susie Blackford, nicknamed "Miss. Perfect" by her peers, watched Warren leave the cafeteria. She enjoyed watching him, especially when he became agitated. He was sexy when he was agitated. They had been in the same classes as freshmen, but this year she had hardly seen him. She supposed that the old adage was true. Absence did make the heart grow fonder. She had thought him immature and moody last year, but somehow, over the summer, that had become very attractive to her.

She had been watching him for several weeks now, formulating a plan to get him to notice her, to fall madly in love with her. Most of the people in her class thought she was some kind of insane perfectionist, but OCD will do that to a person. She had rewritten papers three and four times trying to get them absolutely perfect, but she was slowly getting over it. She had only rewritten her last paper twice, a definite improvement. But this plan called for the utmost perfection. More perfect than anything else she had ever done before.

She was going to capture Warren Peace's heart.

She smirked as she returned to her book, Warren no longer there to distract her. He would never know what hit him.

A/N: This is just a preview, something to see if anyone is actually going to read it…tell me what you think so I know if I should write more!