Hannah

I hate mondays. Time seems to be worse on Mondays, like it's really supposed to go longer than usual as if it's not crappy already. But mondays are slowly warming up to me. Because mondays starts with going to school and what does going to school require? A ride.

I can't say I enjoy it out loud but I do like the fact that I'm getting to know Will - the guy I met in a bar that turned out to be my brother's friend and turned out to be totally unpredictable yet still totally different from how I thought he is - better because we spend a lot of time together now.

And even though the front of the school was swimming with teenagers fooling around and trying to get home, I saw him on his bike, leaning slightly on it, with a smirk on his lips, obviously amused with high school. The sight of him immediately brought a smile to my face although I immediately tried to hide it.

"Woah, where the hell did that come from?" Amanda asked, studying my face mockingly, as if she was honestly astonished that I managed to do it.

She meant the smile. Though I had a good start of the day, the rest of it sucked.

My smiles were wiped off entirely during my physics class and I was partnered with Clint for our project. Honestly, it's like fate is messing with me. I couldn't do anything about it too because Mr. Wells was in a bad mood, none of us even dared to talk, apart from Clint of course.

I wanted to hide the fact that I liked Will from my friends but I coudn't not tell Mitch about it. And I swear it's just a crush. It really is!

I rolled my eyes at my friends and spoke up before any of them could. "He's just doing my brother a favor." Because it's true and as much as I'd like to think otherwise, it's a cold hard fact. I'm assuming I'm even off limits because sometimes when they're hanging out at home, I'd hear them talk about bro code and he's always saying that 'by making him a third wheel, they've just broken a code.'

"Right." Amanda said, forcing my mind back into the conversation. "Well, he's doing me a favor by looking so hot."

I couldn't help but laugh. Does everybody get attracted to him? I mean seriously, everyone that sees him just likes him.

"So, you gotta go now then?" Amanda asked, raising her eyebrows, she knows I'd have to but she still chose to make fun of that fact.

I shrugged. "I have to. He's already doing so much for me."

"Then don't make him wait." Mitch said pushing me away from them playfully.

I rolled my eyes. "You guys suck." I said before leaving.

When I finally reached him I tried so hard to hide my goofy smile from him, but I realized I didn't need to because he was mirroring the exact smile I had on. I don't know what it is about this guy, but he just makes me do or say stuff I normally wouldn't.

"Where to, ma'am?" He asked with a smirk.

The driving set up had been going on for a week now and ever since he kept on calling me ma'am. It sounds awkward. But I won't tell him that because it looks like he likes it.

I actually feel shy to face him today because last Friday was supposed to be our date but it didn't happen because I had to cancel it. It's not like my schedule's full but I forgot to do a project that was due today and it took me the whole weekend plus friday to finish the whole damn thing.

"Uh... do you want to go somewhere else?" I asked him just so I'd stop feeling bad about cancelling on him and took his helmet.

He looked at me curiously, as if the question surprised him but was trying hard to not make it obvious. It still was. "Um.. let's eat, is that okay?" He asked.

I shrugged. "If you want to."

I immediately rode on the bike because I heard people saying my name and it's annoying because I don't like hearing my name in other people's conversations. I think he heard the whispers too because he grinned. He seems to really love it when someone says he's hot.

He took me to a Texas-style restaurant just near my rival school, Leswick. He said he heard about all those rivalry but swore that no one from Leswick goes there. Leswick and Paul Hall had been at war for so long now ever since Paul Hall got the title of being one of the richest schools in New York  - not officially, I mean there's no association to make that official but everyone thought Paul Hall deserved the title if one existed - and Leswick was one rate lower than us, some even said that 'If Paul Hall would harm your wallet, just go to Leswick' - when our school's almost is as pricey as the other. It's not even a big deal but Leswick is full of brats and they're worse than the worse at Paul Hall so of course they'd make it a big deal.

When we got there, it was crowded. There were even a few people from Paul Hall that's there. Will and I got a table immediately, good thing the service's fast.

"I went here one time because I was so hungry and I had an appointment just around here and the food brought me to heaven, I thought you'd appreciate it."

I narrowed my eyes at him. It sounded like something he'd said before judging by how alluring and flattering it sounds. "How many girls have you brought here?"

He snorted obviously expecting that I'd doubt him. "Nada. I'm not the dating type." He informed me and he looked sincere about it or maybe I just believed it because that much was obvious when we met. "I'm the bed-type which means you're lucky, you're a first."

"Right."

"I don't know how long it'd take you to believe me but I like you, Hannah. I'd like to be with you someday and I've never felt that before in my life and I never would've said something as cheesy as that in a million years but that is truly how I feel so I hope one day you'd believe it." He said it while looking straight into my eyes that I just couldn't help but take his word for it. For the first time.

Right after we ordered, a guy came up onstage and he was carrying a guitar. All the girls in there was gawking at him. I laughed at Will, I couldn't help it. "Look's like you're not too hot here."

He shrugged. "Still am to you." And I stopped laughing because I actually thought that. He smiled, probably realizing how awkward I feel now. "That's all that matters to me."

The guy onstage sounded awesome, maybe that's why there's a lot of teenagers here, they're fans maybe. Then I had to wonder if Will can sing.. that would be... cool.

"Jeez, the guy's good.. it makes me question my manhood." Will said, looking over me to see the performer. Him saying statements like that makes me like him more. It's like he knows exactly who he is and isn't afraid to blurt it out.

"You started questioning it just now? Have you not seen Harry?" I asked teasingly. My brother's guy was hot, I'll have to admit.

He shook his head. "He wishes he's hotter than me."

I snorted. "He probably just wants your feminine look."

"I don't know who you're making fun of." He said, thinking my joke through.  "It's probably me so I'd just smile." And he did smile and damn was it melting.

Just like he said, the food's great. We enjoyed it and we probably would've stayed longer if he didn't recieve a text from his work. He drove me home and even before we parked on the garage, I noticed the familiar porsche hypebeast parked in front of our car.

"Whose is that?" Will asked curiously.

I had a feeling I know who exactly it is. and I'm right. I felt my smile quickly evaporate as Will parked his bike. The guy got out of his car and it was Clinton 'Doofus' Maxwell.

"What are you doing here, Clint?" I asked with annoyance.

He shrugged, standing up proudly in front of Will, as if sizing up the threat. "Just thought we should start that project early and where the hell have you been, I've been waiting for hours."

"It's none of your business, idiot. And are you really that stupid to wait here?" I rolled my eyes and handed Will his helmet. "A warning would've been nice." I muttered in annoyance. "Thanks for the ride." I told Will as I forced out a smile but I'm annoyed that this day would be ending worse than I thought possible and annoyed that Clint is being the annoying prick he always is.

He didn't take the helmet, he pushed it back to me. "Is it okay if you keep it?" He scratched his head as he said it as if I might say no.

I looked at the helmet. "What if you need it." What if there's some girl that needs you to drive her home.

He shook his head and I pretended that was the answer to both my spoken and unspoken question.

"That's yours. I bought it for you." He told me.

"Oh, thanks."

He nodded and then did something that surprised me. He took my hand, dragged me to him and pressed his lips onto mine. It isn't my first kiss, Clint held claim to that but this kiss, it was the most passionate one I've received, this one kiss invaded all of my senses, as if everything screamed Will. I found myself slowly wrapping my arms around his neck and his hand slowly finding my waist and when that one kiss ended, blood rushed to my face.

He grinned at me, obviously proud of his action. I was too because as everyone whose been reading my mind would know, I have been waiting for that. "I'll see you later." He said before driving off.

I took a deep breath with a smile as I watched him disappear completely before turning around to Clint. He looked annoyed and I know the reason. "That was awkward." Was all he said.

I glared at him, hoping looks can kill. "Next time, Clint, setting an agreement of the time and place would be great."

He shrugged. "Sorry." But he didn't look sorry at all.

Asshole.

Will

As I left I knew I was probably blushing too but that kiss would be the only warning I could send to that guy in her parking space that she's off limits. I didn't want to but I had to leave for work. Being a model really sucks sometimes cause it doesn't have the greatest timing and I'm always on call.

So that was the Clint I've heard about before. He looked like an asshole. That about sums up how he looked.

As I drove to the studio where we'll be shooting, I kept thinking of the crap I'd get from my manager when he sees my bruise just right beside my eye that I've gotten a week ago from that pervert with Hannah, it's fading but you can still see the outline of the bruise. Unfortunately for me, we're modeling formal wears. Fortunately, the make up team is awesome and they didn't have much problem fixing me up.

I'd never admit it but I kinda loved modeling, it's never been my dream but it pretty much made up for my suckish past. Standing here in a studio, all the problem leaves me and all I have to think about is the face I should be making right for the part.

After the long hours of the shoot, it finally came to an end, leaving me so exhausted I could drop dead on the floor if I wanted to.

"Good job, William." Ryan Fischer, my manager said, patting my back proudly. I cringed at the sound of my first name. Whenever I hear it all I remember is my dad and how disgusted he sounded whenever he said that name. Still, I gave him a grin, using little of the effort I have left.

"Thanks man." I said tiredly.

He looked at his tablet as he always would after every shoot. "I got you that Suit, Tie and Guy apparel gig, some guy got into an accident and broke a foot so you're covering for him. It's a runway gig, by the way.." He looked at his tab. "It's on friday, seven pm, I'll just send you the deets, you look about ready to pass out." He looked concerned for a moment. "You need a ride?"

"Nah, it's already taken care of." I said, waving it off. "I already called a cab."

"Alright," he patted my back. "Good job man." He congratulated. "Don't forget friday."

Then my ears perked up and my sleepiness faded. "Wait, it's this friday?" I asked.

"Yeah." Ryan said, "why?"

I shook my head."It's just - I have a date.." I replied glumly. I mean, I didn't really but I was planning to ask Hannah out on Friday because it was cancelled the last time.

Ryan chuckled. "Just bring her man, I can manage to scrounge a plus three." He waved dismissively.

I smiled appreciatively as I watched him leave. Damn, my girl's gonna see me on the catwalk. I don't know if I should be proud or shy.

The rest of the week flew by annoyingly fast, I invited Hannah to watch the runway on Friday but I haven't told her she'd be watching me walk. Dane and Harry which have always been my plus two will be with her the whole time so she won't feel lonely and the annoying thing is, the whole week I've been on studio for the impromptu fitting since I was just a substitute and I never get to spend any excess time with her since she's always doing her project with Clint.

I wasn't worried, though. The way she talks about him is enough for me to see how much she hates him which means no more warning kisses had been given since that first one and honestly, I'm annoyed that I don't get to kiss her more.

I am ultimately whipped as Jake put it and I wouldn't disagree because it's true. I just hope that nothing goes wrong for me and her cause well, everything in my life usually goes downward spiral.