A Beginners Guide To Falling In Love

04

By the time dinner arrives our hands permanently detach to eat, even though I don't like what my mum has cooked, I eat a substantial amount of it. I keep looking over at Brad and catch him looking at me, while everyone else talks about how much they enjoy the food.

"So, I'm guessing you met James?" He asks.

"Yeah, how do you know?" I ask slightly worried that Brad is probably a spiker and a stalker.

"I saw you two when I came home from a friends." He tells me.

"Oh, does he go to the same school as you then?" I ask, considering that he knows him.

"Yeah, but he's the year above, and the boys in that year are mostly players." He tells me.

"Okay?" I reply confused at why he would tell me that.

"Yeah, well I was just telling you, I don't want you mixing with the wrong people." He tells me.

"Apparently all the girls are massive sluts or something?" I ask thinking back to what James had told me.

"Well, yeah you could say that," he replies. "I mean I've been out with most of them, but they're all interested in sex and when they get that, well they just leave you the next day." He adds unnecessarily.

Either Brads telling me the truth and James lied to me or vice versa. I don't know why, but I feel as if Brad is lying. Brad just doesn't seem like the lovesick puppy type.

"Well, I wish I'd chosen the college now." I joke and we both laugh lightly.

"Well, it's not that bad, if you go round with my group, we're all pretty normal." He says.

"It's okay, I might just make my own friends." I tell him.

"Okay," he replies.

"Thanks anyway," I say and he grabs my hand again and squeezed it gently.

"I'm so glad that we could start over, we don't argue over everything anymore." He says staring in to my eyes, and I try not to roll my eyes at this cheesiness.

"Yeah." I brush it off.

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I don't want to go to school, partly because I miss my old school too much, and I'm not good at making friends. I decide to make sure I look presentable, because first impressions always count, atleast that's what my parents told me. I wear my usual plain stuff, which usually consists of black jeans, a long sleeve crop top and slouch bag. It's boring, but simple is the good stuff. No one notices you, and I'm no good in social situations.

I wait for Brad to come and drive me to the school, because I still haven't got my license, unlike everyone else who passed first time.

He turns up, about five minutes before school actually starts, which annoys me.

"Hi." He says.

"Hey." I reply flatly and follow him to his car.

The car journey is pretty silent and we sit listening to the radio, I'm not usually so quiet, but I haven't had my morning coffee.

"I can't wait for all my friends to meet you." He says.

I laugh, I feel as if he's talking about me being his sister or girlfriend or something.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing. I'm not really a people person." I use that excuse to cover up what I meant.

"They'll all like you, don't worry." He replies and pulls up at the school.

"I hope so," I mutter under my breath.