The Unobtainable Bad Boy

Chapter 1| He Winked

She is made up of depths, even the ocean couldn't fathom.

- Jessica Kattof

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Sigh.

It was the only thing I could do as I glanced around the parkinglot and took in the numerous amount of students who were scattered about. Some were embracing each other after a long summer apart and some were already getting a head start on making someone else's life miserable.

High school sucks balls.

"He's so perfect," my best friend, Kayla Matthews, proclaimed dreamily as she caught sight of another tall figure coming into our view.

"Would you keep it down, people are going to hear you." I tell her as I snap my eyes back down to the book in my hand. We were still standing by Kayla's car instead of having gone inside to relish in the new school year's atmosphere - like we planned to. Kayla and I, we were seniors now, and no matter how much of a buzz kill she claimed I was, I promised her that senior year was going to be different. Atleast, I hope it will.

"Hazel come on, anyone with a good eye is staring at him too," My crazy red-headed friend exclaimed, flinging her hand in the air - as if it would prove her point anymore. "Are you blind?"

The audacity.

"Well according to my eye doctor and the state of Jacksonville, I am in fact, legally blind."

I send her a glare from behind my square glasses and she quickly realizes the flaws in her statement. But Kayla was always one to admire the finer things in life, and who else would she cast her attention on than the finest thing at Henderson High.

Literally.

"But Haazeeeel. He's SO hot!" She drags out my name and pulls me from my hand when she sees him trut inside the school's doors.

I have no time to register what is happening and so the book I'm currently reading - 'Looking for Alaska' - falls from my hands and goes flying to the ground.

Now don't get me wrong, if it were anyone else, I would kill them for doing that to one of my babies, but this was Kayla and she's like the sister I never had - or at this point, never wanted.

"Would you calm down!" I snap at her when she abruptly stops us in front of our lockers - which both happen to be next to each others and across from her precious eye candy.

"Oh my God! There's the others!" She squeals into my ears, and I'm pretty sure that they can hear her.

You would think a summer away from ogling the four boys she's put so high up on a pedestal would have calmed her teenage hormones. But, I'm now sensing that the 3 months only caused her infatuation for them to grow even more.

I think she might be drooling by now.

Groaning, I turn around to open my locker and dump everything from my sling bag inside. Unlike my over bubbly and YOLO believing best friend, I'm inline to be this year's valedictorian; my grades are so good that I don't have to pay much attention in class.

Which leaves me all the time in the world to make sure that my trusted sidekick graduates with me. A difficult task, seeing as how Kayla, and I quote, "don't give a fuck about school."

Said sidekick continues on ogling the four oblivious teenage boys standing in front of us, all busily doing their own thing. Not even noticing that she - and the rest of the students in the cramped hallway- are glancing their way.

Besides the fact that they're all unbelievably blessed in the looks department, their stuck up rich boy personalities were the ultimate turn-off. Well to me that is, for Kayla and the rest of the female - and selected male - student body however, they're the best thing since sliced bread.

Though I do understand my best friend's obsession at staring at the good-looking guys, I can't quite grasp why her and everyone else literally worship the ground they step on.

'The Unobtainables'

That's what everyone here calls them (except me of course) - even some adults around town have picked up on the name over the years. I've been going to school with three of them since the 8th grade and I can vouch that they've always been closer than brothers, though I don't really know the real reason behind their title and attitude.

What I do know is that they're a group of walking stereotypes.

There's the athletic king and football star, Donte Jones; the braniac and student body president, Enoch Fryer; the musically gifted surfer dude, Xavier Bradshaw - he just joined them last year; and of course their leader, the mysterious bad boy - and the most stuck up of them all - Asher Winters. And it's safe to say that they all fit their stereotypes because at this school going against the status quo was as bad as Sharpay sang it to be.

"Oh my flying fishticks! Hazel, Asher's staring at you." My best friend squeaks from beside me and I spin around to find Asher Winters - leader of "The Unobtainables" - indeed staring at me. Though accompanied by his all black outfit and glooming bad boy vybe, it comes off as more of a glare.

A very intense glare.

His other friends are standing near him and they all look as confuse as I feel. There's a reason they call them "The Unobtainables", it's mostly because they never showed interest in or talked to anyone else but themselves.

So it comes as quite a shock when Asher not only continues on staring at me - even though Xavier spoke directly to him - and does the unimaginable.

He winked.

And that my friends, is the beginning of our story.