I SUDDENLY FELT like I was on top of the world. Fridays all through the weekend were my favourite days. I clutched my bag tightly over my shoulders already planning my weekend.

Probably sprawled on the bed watching movies on my phone. Which excited me as it always did. Exactly as I liked it. Quiet and peaceful with no one but myself. Yep.

The A level complex was in complete meltdown with kids more excited than I was. Everyone was going nuts with their plans. It wasn't rocket science to figure out their kind of fun was definitely different from mine. They were probably planning on which party to attend and which one
to crush. Which outfits and shoes to wear. Sheesh. Just typical teenage life.

I retrieved my phone from the backpocket of my jeans which had been buzzing like crazy for the past few minutes. There were messages from Ashely's dad asking when I would be out. I replied telling him to give me a few minutes then put it back in my pocket.

Then it happened.

I swear everything happened in slow motion. I straightened, my breath hitching a notch, my eyes opened wide in stark admiration and appreciation. I thought I died and went to heaven as my heart started pounding its way out of my chest. My mind screaming, alerting me of the danger up ahead.

A few feet ahead, among a sea of hormonal teenagers is where I saw him. Looking like he just stepped out of a glamorous movie set. Filling the hallway like a photo to a picture frame. Like a wet dream came to life I as lost. Dressed in his training gear with his green and yellow jacket carelessly slung over his arm. His broad exposed shoulders and arms making him look as if he was built for battle. He was the full package. He was so perfect as if God put him together for girls to look at and swoon over him.

The air became dry and I desperately gasped for breath panting from just the sight of him. I tried to blink several times, to ward off the trance I was in but my eyes merely stared straight ahead into the face of the most beautiful guy to ever exist.

Normally I was able to control myself around handsome guys but lately it wasn't that simple. There was a certain aura about him that both terrified and drew me in, making me weak in the knees. Even though bad boys weren't my type, there was something about him which I couldn't shake.

My eyes trailed on him as he searched for a while until some shouting made his face light up and and he confidently strode towards the contemptuous and derisive noise. Which at the moment didn't bother me in the least or even register in my head.

I swallowed on the huge lump taking refuge in my throat and tried really hard to tear my eyes from him. Unfortunately at that moment it felt like I was suddenly suffering from strabismus or something like that.

The shouting incremented once he reached his group of friends. Still completely dazed by the little experience, I shook my head continuing on my way, repeatedly cursing my impared teenage hormones for betraying me at such a time. Judging by the hungry looks the other girls gave him, I currently wasn't the only one enthralled by the guy.

I groaned loudly tearing my gaze from him.

"What the hell? I don't need this nonsense right now. What's with this school? It must be something in the fucking water. Get a grip." Chiding myself always solved many problems. Whatever my problem was with guys from this school had to be solved.

I shook my head dispersing of any such thoughts ever again. I never took any such interest in boys. Especially in any matters that concerned them at all. It was probably just dehydration or something. Maybe home sickness was the brute cause of it all.

I must be coming down with something.

It's probably just a stomach bug.

Whatever made me feel this way had to be properly dealt with. It had to go. But freaking out in front of strange kids was not on my bucket list.

Nearing the group that still screamed at each other, I rolled my eyes questioning my recent lapse in judgement. Because there was absolutely no way that I could ever be fascinated by... that.

I was almost at the exit doorway when someone suddenly pushed against me from behind really hard I fell face first, plummeting with a sickening thud on the dirty hallway floors.... infront of the dozen stupid students. There was silence before they all burst out laughing at me and that wasn't even the embarrassing part.

Not only had I fallen infront of the A levels students, I fell right infront of the good looking bad boy cutesy. Definitely not one of my best moments or the way I would have liked to introduce myself to anyone. First impressions didn't matter to me but I liked to control the narrative or how people saw me. It was always up to me.

I sat up on my knees inwardly groaning at my aching wrist and nose. The giggles never stopped even as I glared at them. To add gasoline into the already blazing fire, someone crouched down to my level and lightly touched the back of my head.

"Hi. Are you alright? That was a nasty fall. I hope you weren't badly injured." The deep husky voice sent tingles all over my body it was annoying.

I had to raise my head to look up at him. The words spilled out of his mouth like smooth honey. I gasped gaping at him up close. He was even more stunning. It didn't escape my notice that I was still on the floor.
He must have misread my flushed and sore face for a blush because he went on with a smirk.

"It's okay. You don't have to be shy. You're not the first girl to fall for me but you're actually the first to literally fall for me but I guess I should have expected it. But you definitely won't be the last."

He and his friends chuckled like they shared an inside joke. It felt like a wonderful song suddenly came to an abrupt halt leaving a sour and bitter taste in my mouth. It was like being slapped awake from a coma.

"Come on! Not you too. It's never the ugly ones. Why isn't it ever one of them?" I stared up into the heavens begging them for an answer. I sighed loudly with disappointment before pointing up one finger staring back at him.

"You only had one job. One job and you still couldn't do it. All you had to do was stay quiet and look pretty. That was all. Ugh this is so heartbreaking."

What is wrong with these guys?

It was always the handsome ones.

The guy suddenly turned from an attractive guy to another mere arrogant, wanker knob head within seconds. It was a disgrace. I grimaced staring at him right in the face. I swatted his outstretched hand away and stood up on my own lightly dusting myself.

"I'm sorry to burst your sweet little bubble but..." I raised my head, defiantly raising my chin and shoulders. My brow raised slightly when I noticed Ashely for the first time among the group. I realised he wasn't just friends with these guys considering the green and yellow jacket draped around his shoulders.

He shifted a little, looking so uncomfortable it was hilarious. He glared at me while both pleading and threatening me with his eyes. God the little dweeb was wildly embarrassed by me. It was evident and written all over his face that he didn't want our relationship to be known. I smirked evilly at him while chuckling to myself.

I might as well call him brother now and embarrass his ass even more.

What a nut job.

I pushed his nasty ass to the back of my mind and turned my full and undivided attention to the beautiful jerk infront of me.

"...I didn't particularly fall for you as you so gracefully put. Although it seems I have to guarantee you that it will never happen. Especially not to a pompous, abnoxious, arrogant jerk like you." The silence and the disbelief that followed was deafening and annoying.

With a rather smug look on my face, I turned leaving him standing there gaping at me with both his mouth and eyes wide open. His friends stared after me their jaws on the floor. It was like they were seeing a ghost, it was priceless.

I chanced another glance over my shoulder and I could have sworn I saw a small smile gracing his full plump lips. Feeling good about myself, I clutched the bag harder and exited the building breathing the fresh air. I ignored the throbbing wrist and itching nose bouncing to the car while still smiling like a fool. I ignored both Peter and Ian before getting into the back seat. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror and nodded at my smile.

"School was that good huh?" Hiding the grin from spreading was inevitable.

"Yeah. You have no idea." Then I plugged in my earphones avoiding any further conversations. He pulled away from the driveway and with a sigh, stared out the window wondering why all the douche bags were always the pretty looking things.

What a total waste of beauty.

Although the first round had clearly been mine, I had a vague feeling that I hadn't heard the last from him. Guys like that never took so kindly to insults or being embarrassed like that let alone obvious rejection. They weren't programmed to lose. Ever. I had no doubt he wouldn't be so nice to me on the second round. Smirking, I muttered under my breath.

"Let the games begin then. May the best player win."

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