I walk through the doors, and gaze around at all of the people. They seem happy. Simply talking in their groups of friends, some of them as close as can be, while others are following the new trend of being fake.
I spot an empty table in the corner, so I make my way back to it, weaving between the other tables crowded with Barbie's and Ken's. I sigh in relief when nobody stops me to ask me questions. After reaching the empty table, I pull the chair out and plop in the seat.
Then I notice that everyone is silent. I look up, and gaze back at them, my face turning red. Looking down at my hands, I continue to blush. My phone vibrates and I pull it out of my pocket. I see a text from my mom, wishing me good luck on my first day.
I sigh, because just in this single morning, she has told me the same thing at least 100 times. I put my phone back in my pocket then doodle on my notebook, trying to ignore the stares. I concentrate as I draw a large tree that doesn't have any leaves, it's limbs jutting out in a creepy fashion. I add black vines that wrap around its trunk, latching on, and not letting go.
All of a sudden the chair next to me scrapes the floor as somebody pulls it out, causing me to jump. I look up to see who the intruder is, and see a guy staring at me as he sits down in the seat. His shirt molds to his body perfectly, showing the outline of his abs, and the material is strained slightly on his chest because of his wide shoulders. As he settles in the chair, my eyes finally land on his face.
He has hazel eyes, that seem to suck you in, and I find that I can barely look away, but my curiosity at the rest of his features overrides his intense gaze. He has defined cheekbones, his hair looks as if it was effortlessly styled, and I think that simply running his fingers through his dark brown locks would be the cause of this look. Lastly, I look at his lips and find that he is smirking at me. My face instantly heats up, and my eyes focus on my drawing. He notices my abrupt change and chuckles at me.
"What's your name?" He asks in a deep voice. I glance up at him nervously before answering.
"Alyssa. My name is Alyssa." I say, my voice shaking a bit. The guy seems to think about my name for a second before returning the favor by telling me his name.
"My name is Brandon. Brandon Young. Do you have a last name, or just a first?" He says jokingly.
"Alyssa Davis." I reply.
"Well Alyssa Davis, welcome to the lovely city of Westboro. If anyone messes with you, just let me know, I'll take care of it." Brandon says, looking over at me, making sure I heard him. I nod, still blushing before he continues talking to me which is surprising considering that I'm the new girl, and he is probably the prized bad boy of the school, "So, what's on your schedule?" He asks, looking over at me expectantly before I realize he wants me to get out my schedule.
I pull it out and hand it to him. As he studies the paper, I look over his features again, and take my time to appreciate how well those jeans of his fit him. I am startled when Brandon clears his throat, and I look up at his amused expression.
"We have 3 of our 5 class together. First period, third period, and fifth period. So I can show you where your classes are. That sound good to you?" He asks, and I'm surprised to find that he is being genuine in his offer, so I slowly nod my head. He grins widely, and it's absolutely breath taking.
Brandon stands up from his seat, and grabs my backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He then continues to grab my schedule in one hand, and my hand in the other to pull me up from my own seat. He has to basically drag me through the hallways to our first class because he is taller than me, so he also walks faster. We finally make it to our first period, so we take a couple of seats in the back corner; Brandon being the one that chose them.
"Ok class, today is going to be pretty easy. You're just going to get to know your seat partner a bit, because you are going to be sitting next to this person for the next three months." The teacher informs us when everybody has settled into a seat. I hear some people groan, wishing that they had chosen somewhere else to sit, and I even see some of the girls turn to glare at me, "I know, I know. You guys don't like it... Well that just too bad. So for the next hour, I want you to talk with your seat partner, because for the next few days, we will be introducing them to the class. You have to have 3 minutes of interesting information, so get started!"
I sigh, just thinking about speaking in front of the class making me nervous. I turn to Brandon, to see him already looking to me.
"So, Alyssa Davis, we'll start with the most complicated of all questions: What is your favorite color?" He asks, with a completely serious expression on his face. His ability to be so serious causes me to burst out laughing.
"Black. What's yours?"
"Navy blue. My favorite food is steak."
"Mine is tacos! My favorite sport is none." I say.
"What? How can you not like sports? You're insane, I'm forcing you to go to all of the sporting events this year, even if I have to take you hostage. I like baseball." He says giving me an odd look.
"You can't force me to go to the sporting event! You don't even know where I live." I point out.
"I may not know where you live right now, but the ladies in the office have a soft spot for me. All I have to do is turn the charm on and WHAM I know where you live!" He says, then looks over at me, seeing my look of total defeat. I put my head in my hands and groan a bit, "Oh, it won't be so bad. I'll be there." I look up at him under my eyelashes with puppy dog eyes, hoping it will persuade him to leave me alone, but he just brushes the attempt off, so I give up.
"If you like baseball, why don't you play it?" I say, changing the subject.
"Because I can't hit the ball, or throw the ball worth a crap. It's really actually quite pathetic." He says nodding his head, as if agreeing with himself. I give him a curious look, which he returns, "What?"
"Well, when I first saw you this morning,I'm thought you would be different than you are right now." I admit.
"How so?" He asks, really wanting to know what I mean.
"You look like the hot bad boy of the school, not someone who would be welcoming the new girl, and showing her to class." I say, kind of embarrassed that I judged him so quickly.
"You think I'm hot?" He asks, looking at me innocently.
"Really?! That's what you got out of that?" I ask, exasperatedly.
"Yup." He says, popping the p.
We continue to talk and argue back and forth. Brandon takes every opportunity to make me blush or get embarrassed, and I try to do the same to him, but he seems to almost have control over when he blushes. The bell rings all too soon, and I gather my things before heading for my next class. Brandon catches up to me, insisting that he shows me where my next class is. So we continue our discussion in the short time we have left.
"Well, this is it. Have fun!" He says sarcastically, "See you in third period, Alyssa!" He says, waving and walking backward before turning around and jogging off before I get the chance to wave back.
I sit in a seat near the back of my second period classroom, and wonder what possessed Brandon to be so friendly towards me, I can tell that he isn't doing this just for shits and giggles. I can feel someone looking at me, so I look up to find most of the females in the room glaring at me, and I just sit there honestly confused. The girl I'm sitting next to leans over and whispers in my ear:
"You've stolen the attention of the hottest guy in a 50 mile radius, these bitches aren't gonna let him go without a fight."
Oh, my.... What have I gotten myself in to?
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