Prologue

"Is that the new girl? The one that transferred?" Willis asked his best buddy Jer, already licking his lips. She was a pretty little thing, all curved in the right places and she had a slight blush staining her cheeks as she walked down the hall. So she was a shy one. Willis thought. 

He liked them fierce, but he could do shy. He already felt the bud of anticipation blooming deep in his gut as he thought of ways he could make the pretty shy girl become fierce while screaming...

"Dude!" Jer's fingers snapped in front of his eyes bringing him out of his wayward thoughts. "What?" He asked irritated.

"She's the one. Leigh. Leigh Raekens. You gonna do her?" 

Willis made a show of leisurely throwing his can Pepsi into the thrash  nearby. The can rolled round its tip twice before dropping in with a clank. A self satisfied smirk lit up his lips as the girls in the hall swooned at him.

"Consider her already Done."

"Dude she's not your type," Jer argued. "She's shy, reserved, doesn't even look at people let alone speak. Now I respect you man, but doing Miss Shy here ain't gonna work." 

"Never say never Jer, All I need is a month. Just one month and little Leigh here will be screaming my name." 

"No shit dude! You wanna bet?" 

Willis simply shrugged his shoulders, his mind already cooking up devious plans.

"October's outta the picture. Good thing November starts tomorrow. You've got just thirty days though. You sure you wanna do this?" 

A confident smile lit up his dangerously handsome face as he slapped the green notes on Jer's chest. 

"Thirty days it is." 

**** 

Leigh Raekens walked down the hall with her head bowed low. She'd done her research before coming. She knew everyone that needed to be known in Saints Academy. Including the hot shot that was currently ogling her like he couldn't wait to get in her pants. She sneered secretly in disgust. Boys! She had to admit though, he was sexy. 

He had to be a couple of inches above six foot and all that was filled with pure muscle. He was nineteen from her research, he had dirty blonde hair that curled around his firm features. His angled face sported eyes the colour of the deep, calm sea, his nose straight and pointed just so right that she thought he'd never been in a bawl before and had his nose broken. 

Of course, he hadn't. She reprimanded herself with a little shake of her head. He was a skilled fighter and a good sportsman. Good enough to be captain of the basketball team or so said her reaserch. He had the pinkest of lips, lips that she when wondered what else he'd used them for apart from spewing nonsense talk, she almost threw up. Almost. 

It was no wonder the girls swooned at his feet because he threw an ordinary can into the bin. Pfft.. she scoffed. She could do three rolls of what he just did without breaking a sweat no need for Mr Hotshot to feel so special. But... she thought, she couldn't expect anything else from a Playboy with a reputation. 

She'd just turned around the corner when she heard him place a bet on her with his friend. 

"Thirty days it is." 

She heard him say. What? Thirty days to get her in his bed. Ridiculous! Such nerve he had! She hadn't been tagged the Heart breaker for nothing. She hadn't been forced to transfer from her school for a mere joke! 

Leigh felt her face grow hot from the rush of indignation she felt spreading like wildfire through her bloodstream. How dare he! She'd known he had a nasty reputation of having whatever girl he wanted even the principal's daughter had gone bare as the day she was born when he said 'Hi' and she'd taken it upon herself to put him in his place. What she hadn't anticipated however, was him placing a bet on her. 

Thirty days?! He must think of her to be that cheap and easy that she'd fall into his arms with love struck eyes in mere thirty days. 

Leigh stopped at the end of the hall and took a turn into the ladies restroom. She found an empty stall among the pretty green stall doors, got in and jammed the door shut. Then she took deliberate breaths to cool down her raging temper. 

He wasn't worth it anyway. He was just a jerk like all the others who thought they ruled the school. One of those spoilt brats who thought they could have whatever they wanted simply because they were handsome. Well, she was just what he doctor ordered. A heart breaker a day to wipe the smirk away. 

If Mr Hotshot Playboy wanted to play the game in thirty days, she could up her game to match his. It was time to bring up her charts and records. When the thirty days was up, she would be standing on the crumbles of his heart, reputation, ego and Willis Reeler won't know what hit him.