It started with a kiss | Brightwin

1. Letter

"Ahh! Bright! He's here!" Students from different classes were screaming whe they saw Bright Chivaree entering the campus.

Bright Chivaree, a campus hearthrob. He is popular because of his smart ass brain, athletic and handsome face. But he is also someone whos not interested being with other people, his stone cold face can make everyone scared of him yet admirable because it matches his handsome face...well this is according to his fans.

The idea of having tons of admirers, almost like a crazy fans was never liked by Bright, it irritates him. He rejected numbers of guys and girls ever since he started schooling at a young age and so he earned a nickname 'Heartbreaker' because of that.

"Hi! Please accept this letter I made for you last night" the crowd begin to silent when a ponytailed girl stopped infront of Bright while her hands out handling the letter to him.

"Ooohhh"

"Another heartbroken girl"

The crowd whisper while they are watching the scene.

Bright with both hands on his pocket and expressionless handsome face looked at the girl then to pink-letter envelop infront of him. His eyes travel somewhere looking for somthing then went back to the girl with a smirk.

The girl almost died the moment Bright smirked at her, and so she moved her letter closer to Bright.

Bright took the letter and left the girl with no words.

The girl screamed when her letter got accepted and even mocked other fans who's letter still in their own hands.

Everyone followed Bright, but they are confused when he went to a different direction and stopped infront of a.... trashbin.

Without any hesitation, he put the letter in the trash bin and walk away like nothing happend.

The crowd was howling and screaming because they witness another rejection from the greatest Bright Chivaree.

Another day, another girl's heart has been broken.

"Yah, are you sure you still want to give that letter to him and confess? Did you see what he did there?" Asked Love

"A-ahm, yeh? I mean.. I can just put this on his locker. Yeah?" Win said as he gripped tightly to the letter he's holding.

He just witness another girl getting rejected, but he was determined and never looses his hope.

He is Win Metawin from class F, the lowest class in Grade 12. Their class was never on the lime light and often get bullied by other classes because they are at very bottom of the school rank. But many students from class F are hardworking, one of them is Win Metawin. He always tried his best to score high and get out of Class F until he get close to Class A, where Bright is in, a class full of smart, talented, previledged and good looking students. After many years of trying, he never gets out of class F and so he loose his hope and stopped pretending to listen to his teachers coz nothing really stuck to his brain anyway. It only gave him headache and that's it.

Bright is his only reason why he go to school everyday. Just looking at him from a far will automatically create an imagination of them being together while running across the campus field and a lot more, every thing he could imagine was there in this his mind.

"you really is stupid" Love, one of his bestfriend said. Love is lesbian so he neve gets the idea why many girls like Bright with that kind of atittude.

"Hey! You're also stupid, were both from Class F remember?" Win mocked Love and both just laugh.

"Win!" A deep voice from a far called Win so they both look behind to see the person.

It's Luke, their friend who's very open about his feelings to Win.

"Why you still not in class yet? Waiting for Bright again?" He said almost sound angry when Bright came to his mind.

Luke put his arms our his shoulder.

"Yah! What's wrong waiting for Bright!" Win protested and removed the hand on his shoulder.

" Why you keep running to him while I'm here ready to marry yo- aah!" Him sulking and so he earned a smack from Win.

"Stop saying nonsense! Let's go Love" He pulled Love and walk away while Love is laughing at Luke who is following them from behind and hissing in pain from the hard smack on his arms.