The Biker and the Baker

Owen "Onyx" Walsh tried to stop me from being great.
Pity he didn't know I'm more determined than a bull.

He's a dream-blocking jerk and I can't stand his stupid freckled face. We despise each other, that much is clear. That's why I'm spun confused when he starts looking at me like he doesn't.

I'm not a size two with a tiny waist, nor do I have bright blue eyes or perky tits—you know, the type he loves hanging around—so why does he want to be around me all of a sudden?
Oh, right, because I trie...