The Wrong Girl

Chapter 1 (Meet My Friend)

I was standing in a room, an oddly windy room... flying satin bed sheets are flowing around everywhere, blocking a clear view from a figure standing meters away from me.

"Heather baby?" His voice is familiar but deeper than usual, I see his muscular frame walks towards me, his steps matching the rhythm of my thumping heartbeat

I just freeze in my spot, captivated by his now visible handsome face. Strong jawline, blue eyes, his perfectly crooked nose to his tempting pink hot looking lips, this man is sculpted by God like a Roman museum statue.

He's now inches from me, towering over me standing 6'2" in height. His hands goes to either side of my face as he drags me to a standing position, so now my face is less than inches from his.

When did I get so tall? Last time I checked I was 5'4.

But that didn't bother me for long as Christian speaks again "Kiss me, yeah?" He almost whispers

"Y-yeah, sure" I shakily answer lamely

He moves slow, probably he knows that it'll be my first kiss, so he shouldn't rush and eat my face... I mean, that'll be hot, but I'll pass out faster than a dick without viagra.

When his lips finally reach mine my body was set on fire, I feel my muscles tensing and goosebumps spreading on my skin.

His mouth is hot, soft and moist. Molded perfectly with my own, like it was carved as one. The feeling was intense and bare at the same time.

We both fell on the bed, him on top of me, his hands run trough my arm and lock with my hands above my head. I gasp by his sudden move.

His lips move n travel down my neck before I try to flip us to get on top of him. I made the attempt, but it never happened.

THUD!

"Shit" I mutter. I fell off the bed face first.

A loud knock shakes the whole floor before a bassing male voice yells trough my bedroom door "Hey dork! Breakfast's ready!"

I hear Charlie skips down the staircase after that.

I rub my eyes with the back of my hand and lazily stands up, using my bed for support. "Stupid Christian" I mutter while getting my towel.

I step in front of the mirror and see my morning face. Horrible morning face.

My long honey blonde hair sticking up everywhere like bird nest' on top of my head, my green eyes is tired darken and dead. My pale skin gives my face almost no contour. I sigh.

Christian would never laid an eye on me

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"Don't forget to pick up mom at the airport this afternoon" I remind Charlie

"Don't worry, I won't" he assures me as I get out of his black pick up truck.

He's dropping me off on the parking lot, although a few blocks from school would be fine. But nooo... He just gotta see Brittany White

I hear a familiar honk from my brother's car. When I turn around expecting Charlie to remind me of something I had forgotten in the car, I see Brittany White in all white; white shorts, white sweater and stilettos... even glasses, it's a pair of white sun glasses, what good could hell do with that?

I roll my eyes as I hear my immature freshly graduated brother having an attempt to flirt with Brittany, which she ignores as usual. All I heard was "Get a fucking life Charlie" before entering the school building.

I walk to my locker that's about 6 down from Christian's. I was grabbing my stuff for homeroom when I hear him a few meters away unlocking his locker. I swallow hard.

I peek trough my hair and see him in his football varsity team jacket and washed out jeans, his neatly styled brown hair with a quiff to make his facial features stand out.

I sigh. Remembering the dream I had about him this morning.

Oh Cristian, you'd never know... But my thought was cut by his sudden move, he spins around and see someone walking towards us, he quickly adjust himself trough the barely helpful reflection on the waxed red locker, then smirks while making his way to the one and only... Rachel Roxx

And for the billionth time since I laid eyes on him, my heart shatters.

But I was so used to it, I just put on my best face and walk the other way...

I bump into somebody while bowing my head to hide my face. I said sorry without looking who it was then continue making my way to homeroom just speed walking trough the hallway.

I enter homeroom without really paying attention to anybody, just rush to the very back seat and sit alone. Like always.

Mrs. Reinhart walks in with her usual boring pastel colored sweater, today is pastel baby blue sweater. She walks towards her desk and start greeting us as usual before she started talking about her weekend, but she was interrupted by a knock. Everybody looks up but me... Well I assume everybody else looks up, I didn't see.

"Excuse me. I'm Jude Harrison" a guy speaks. Probably a new student.

For some reason I look up to see a typical boy next door with jet black hair and green eyes. His green hoodie matches his eyes. He looks pretty ordinary, the kind of guy people would bump into every now and then but never really notice cause he looks like everybody else.

After Mrs. Reinhart excused him, he begins to walk towards me and sit next to me. It was the only seat available.

I keep my attention to nothing, but keep my eyes to the front of the class.

"You're that girl" suddenly someone says. I didn't shift before a feel a poke on my shoulder

"Excuse me?" I give Jude Harrison a look

"Youre the one that bumped into me earlier" he says

"No" I shake my head lightly

He looks a little embarrassed, wasn't expecting that reaction.

"You bumped into me" I clarify

"You can't miss a dude at 6 ft coming the other way you're like what? 5'3? for you it's like walking into a pole and said it bumped into you" he argues.

"So you're that kind of guy" I shake my head in amusement.

"What kind?" He gives me a look.

"The ass kind"

"And you're that kind of girl"

"The bitch kind?" I ask confidently

"I was going to say the sociopath-wanna-be kind" he smirks

"Jude Harrison, I think we're gonna get along just fine"

"I don't even know your name"

"Heather Callaway"