7The College Boy » He crossed his arms looking down at me smugly. "Is that so? So, what exactly am I, sweetheart?" "A flirt." I said with a roll of my eyes. "And honestly, not my type. Believe me when I say, I rather fuck a hobo then do anything with you." "Oh, but you're most definitely my type." He leaned over so he was dangerously close to my face. "And believe when I say, you've started somethi