The Boy by Lena Little

I’m Jordan Bates.
Class clown, life of the party, and the guy who turns even the most boring lecture into a comedy special.
I can make anyone laugh. And I mean anyone. Even the meanest, coldest, crankiest people on the planet. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. I am THAT boy. Funny is my middle name. I bring the fun, the energy, the chaos, the laughter.
I’ve never once stopped to wonder what my life would be without it.
Until her.
She’s Jordyn Lee.
She’s quiet, unassuming, always with her head down, trying to blend in the background. She comes to class wrapped in baggy pants and oversized shirts, her long, dark hair shielding her face like she’s trying to disappear. And maybe she is. She definitely doesn’t look like someone who craves attention. On the contrary, she seems to hate it.
While I’m out here making a scene or two, she’s slipping through the cracks unconcerned. Unnoticed.
But not by me. No, ma’am.
The first time I see her, something inside me burns and comes alive. I don’t know why. It doesn’t make sense. Suddenly, all the noise, all the parties, all the laughter—it isn’t enough.
She’s the one. I want her to notice me. So, I try. I want to make her laugh. Desperately.
But will she ever see me?
Will she ever think I’m worthy of her?

A short page-tuning love story. College romance. Opposites attract. Grumpy/Sunshine.
He falls first. Virgin FMC. No OM/OW. Sweet HEA.