The Love Scheme

|01| Screwed

Crash....Bang!

Aww...

A whimper left my lips and my jaw fell open.

That's the moment I knew my life was screwed, like flipped upside down, tossed to the side, toppled over screwed.

You're probably wondering why I'd suggest that right?

Well my day had pretty much been shit from the start, I missed first lecture because I overslept on a freaking Friday— who does that?

Me.

And secondly, I mistakenly poured a double whipped cream latte on Blake Morris's white shirt and as if that wasn't worse now this.......

The sparkling red sports car in front of me now had a dent on it's bumper, a huge, obvious dent that was going to cost an arm and a leg and no offense to anyone out there but I was a pretty paralysed girl— no arms no legs. I was flat out broke.

I peeped through the window of my dad's Bentley with wobbly legs as the door of the car before mine opened so quickly my head spun, a few people stared and whisper.

I urged my body to move and pushed the door of the Bentley open, quickly sprinting over to said car with a thumping heart.

Calm down Lilly, it's going to be okay, the owner of this car is probably insured.

Unlike someone else.....

The driver's feet met my eyes first and I felt my heartbeat stop only for a nanosecond before it began crushing frantically into my chest.

When he finally came to his full height, red faced and hands clenched, I knew my fate was sealed.

" What the hell!"

Bryan Miller's eyes narrowed at the dent on his car before his head whipped so hard to my side I'm sure he got whiplash.

I opened my mouth to apologize, to say anything, to at least try to amend the damage but the moment my eyes feel on the 6 foot tall giant with dazzling honey eyes my whole body just became jelly.

You're probably wondering who Bryan Miller's is right.

I'll run you down on it. It's pretty simple really.

Imagine walking out of Alaska with a runny nose, itchy hands, frozen fingers and everything that bad weather brings along with it and finding a hot cup of coffee, Bryant Miller would be that perfect cup of coffee, his skin that exact shade of caramel with just the right amount of milk, tanned and toned. Eyes so brown they literally showed you your soul, honey, sweet and piercing.

Too deep— thought as much but that's not all, that's not even half of it.

Although he's just a first-year student he's scored about more goals for the soccer team that anyone had ever in the whole history of Oakmore college. He's the leading striker and the icing on the cake?— he's a total jerk.

" I'm talking to you Harry Potter"

Harry Potter?

I adjusted the glasses on my eyes before summoning enough courage to speak.

" I'm so so sorry, OMG I don't know how to apologize for all this— I, I"

He walked over to dented side I'd his car, inspecting the scratch before running a hand through his Chestnut brown hair, always the perfect amount of messy with a clean fade under it. His jaw clenched before he turned to face me, a cold shiver ran down my spine.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

His eyes slowly took in my appearance, from my messy bun tied with an uncharacteristic bright yellow hair band, to the huge grey sweater hanging on my body, to the most baggiest jeans I'd found in my closet and to the Nike slides on my feet with pink socks. He scoffed and tilted his head to the side as if at a loss of words. He mumbled a few curses while I nervous glanced at the crowd forming around us.