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Chapter 1

This chapter is dedicated to keirah01 because the first story I read on Wattpad was her book and I love her writing. :) 

BRANDON TATE

"Hey Bran you coming to Jess' party this Saturday?" my bestfriend Mike or Michael Olson says as he pats my back. I smirk.
Is that even a question?
He knows my answer as he smirks back and says "See you on Saturday bro!"

I nod and walk towards my locker when I feel someone run their finger on my back, "Hey Brandy, how's it goin'?" I roll my eyes, that low, seductive voice belongs to Nat, my fück buddy. I don't even know her full name. Don't care either. I turn and she pushes me to the locker and starts kissing me like her life depends on it. I kiss her back, because hey, I got no commitments. We pull out for air, Nat bats her eyelashes to look innocent. I smirk because we both know she's anything but that.

A wolf whistle brings my attention to Kevin, another one of my friends "Wooohoo Bran man now that some hot shit right there!" Nat scoffs and I roll my eyes. Kevin then sees a girl with shorts that could qualify for panties and follows her. I shake my head in annoyance and then my eyes fall on somone through the crowd and I become mesmerized. A girl.

I see her sitting alone in the corner of the hall on the broad window pane reading a novel or something while her book purse lays on her lap. Then she slowly smiles at something written in the book and I lose my breath.

I push Nat and keep my eyes on the girl. God she's perfect. I can't stop staring at her as Natasha or was that Natalie, tries getting my attention. She looks like an angel in a white dress that reaches a little above her smooth milky knees. She moves her delicate little hand to put a strand of her long silky and shiny brunette hair behind her cute ear that has a small diamond stud. I can't see her eyes because her head is facing downwards to read the fine text of the book in her hands, but I know they'll be gorgeous. I swallow hard as my eyes travel from her peep toe sandals up to her bare knees, her curvy hips, then above to her tiny waist, flat stomach to her well endowed breasts. Her delectable slim but curvy body covered up in that white satin makes me wonder how she would look naked.

Fück.

Snap out of it Brandon, she doesn't look like one of those girls. But that's whats making me draw towards her more. She just looks so delecate and fragile and innocent sitting there all by herself that I just have to go and talk to her. I snap out of my awestruck face and put on a cocky lopsided smirk. Chicks dig that.

I walk towards her and stand infront of her. I know she knows I'm standing infront of her because she tenses slightly but doesn't look up and continues reading pretending I'm not there.

My smirk turns into a smile and I crouch down infront of her and I hear her soft sharp intake of breath. I get a subtle fruity scent from her that makes me wanna breathe all the air surrounding her. She still doesn't look up and I know she isn't reading either because her fingers nervously pinch the corner of her book.

As I keep staring at her, she finally looks up and my heart stops. She has the most mesmerising big blue-green eyes that are almost too beautiful to be natural, her face is so cute and so innocent that I want to crush her in my arms and rest her head over my heart. As I snap out of that thought I see her soft pink slightly pouty lips that glisten from a coat or two of clear lipgloss or lipstick or some other girly lip thing... whatever, I'm going off topic again. I look up to see her perfect eyebrows slightly scrunched up in confusion. She softly clears her throat and says
"Excuse me?"

As if my other senses weren't mesmerised by her, the sound of her sweet hesitant voice made me want to hear her over and over again. All of these emotions in my head don't stop a smirk from forming as I hold my hand out to her "Hi, I'm Brandon Tate. Are you a fresher? Because I haven't seen you around."

A look of doubt and hesitation passes through her face as she puts her hand in mine and I refrain from closing my eyes, tilting my head back at the feel of her softness. As I see her small delicate hand in mine I mentally mark her as mine.
"I'm... I'm Honey... Honey Samuels. Yes I'm a fresher, Bachelor in Finance, first year."

Honey? Her names Honey? I never found a name describe a person so aptly as it did in her case. Fresher in Finance hmm? She is 3 years younger than me, but that's not gonna stop me from having her.

Woah woah woah... having her?

I don't need relationships, but this girl is making me feel things that I never felt before. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when she says "Um... could you help me find room number F012? I have a class there in 5 minutes or so."

I smile at her awkwardness and get to my feet, damn my knee hurts. She get's up too looking at me with hope in her eyes. Damn it. Those big eyes. She's an adorable little thing. "Sure Honey, I'm doing Masters in Finance so we have classes in the same block, let me take you there. Can I see your schedule?" I say as I look at how she straightens her dress and puts her book inside and removes a piece of laminated sheet that is her schedule. Hmm she has almost all classes in classrooms either opposite mine or next to mine. I somehow feel happy at that thought.

We walk towards the Finance block, I see many guys oogle her, maybe because of her looks or because she's walking with me. Just the thought of any guy looking at her with less than noble intensions makes my blood boil.

I see she's feeling concious so I put an arm around her and pull her to me, I hear her startled squeak and smile, as I hold her close to me and walk towards her classroom. When we reach she slowly holds my hand on her shoulder and escapes my hold, her cheeks becoming pink as she does it.

I guess she doesn't like being cozy with a stranger. Hmm that thought makes me happy too. I guess I need to become her friend first. She's new and I doubt she would make friends quickly so she'll always come to me whenever she needs something. I smile. Happy thoughts.

I look at her reading her schedule, her cheeks still pin-wait WHAT? A ring? A freaking ring? I silently fume as I see a thin silver band with a blue butterfly on her left ring finger. She has a boyfriend? Or worse a husband? I would kill that bàstard- wait what? I never thought of killing somebody for a girl. What's happening to me? She is in a relationship. I can get any girl that I want.

But not her.

Ughhh I sometimes hate my conscience. I need a break. I point Honey towards her classroom "So that is your classroom for your first lecture, the next lecture will be held two rooms away from F012 okay?"

She looks towards where my finger is pointing and then back at me and smiles "Thank you."

Damn it. That smile. Those eyes.

I find myself smiling like an idiot, be cool BE COOL. I effortlessly turn my grin into a smirk and say "No problem. See you later. Honey." I love saying her name.

She gracefully nods and walks away and I stare at her ass for a minute too long then mentally smack myself and go to my class as the bell rings. Was the bell late today or the time too slow?
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