Crazy In Love | Brooklyn Beckham (ON HOLD)

P i l o t

"Watch it!" I shouted over loud chatter that filled the cafeteria of the prep school my parents make me attend. In front of me blonde bimbos who hiked up their skirts as high as possible walked into my plastic tray. I was nearly about to wear my lunch. "Geez, could they watch where they're going?" One of the bimbos gossiped, giving me a dirty look. I stuck up the finger quickly before a teacher saw and smiled at her. I hated those girls.

My best friend, Lily Woods, caught up with me, giggling as we sat down at our usual lunch table. On the other end of the table were a bunch of loser girls reading their books and filling their face with oatmeal.

"What are we doing in history today?" Lily asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"We're going over the homework and then watching a movie. What about science?" I replied.
Lily rolled her eyes and sighed. "Ugh we're starting this project. We get partners, of course it's boy-girl. It blows."
"Sounds like it," I frowned snacking on my chips. "I don't do well with boys, you know that from experience..."
Both of us laughed, thinking about the last time I was partnered with a boy for a project. I went over his house and almost pissed myself when he took his shirt off to go into the pool. Trust me, he was ripped with abs. When I didn't join him for a swim I had to embarrassingly tell him that it was the time of the month. But that ended with him getting all grossed out and changing partners. I left his house with a big red stain on my white pants... Perfect, right?
"Wanna go see a movie tonight? I heard that new Pitch Perfect movie comes out tonight." Lily smiled. Ever since the 6th grade Lily has been going to singing lessons every Monday. After 5 years, she's actually becoming better than Beyoncé. If that's even possible.
"Sure, I'll text my mom now." I said, taking out my phone.
In our school phones are allowed, just not during an exam. We're actually pretty lucky, most prep schools in our area won't even let them past the entrance.
Suddenly someone sat right next to me. Turning to my right I saw a boy I recognized from my math, science, and French class. He smiled. I think his name was Brandon? I'm not sure, but as soon as he sat down Lily and I exchanged a confused look.
"Uh, hi." Lily spoke, a confused look on her face.
"Sorry to bother, my friends decided to kick me out of my normal table for making the football team lose our game last night." He spoke, sighing and staring back at a table of boys who were arm wrestling.
"Oh well we would love to stay and chat but we have to go to the library to get a project done." Lily spoke, grabbing our lunch trays and winking at me. We both stood up from the table and walked away. "See yah!"
Once we were in the hallways, I hit her arm. She squealed, grabbing her locker key from her pocket. "A little harsh, L. He didn't have anyone else to sit with."
"Oh sure, it was probably some bet where he could see which of us would sleep with him. I know him, he's not a good guy." Lily sighed, taking out her books for her next class from her locker.
"Well I think he was just trying to be nice. I doubt he was trying to get with us." I said in a matter of factly manor.
"Oh really," Lily giggled. "Cause I do."
The two of us walked up to a random, empty classroom and chatted. Teachers didn't like anyone being in a classroom alone without an adult, but we didn't really care. Nobody would catch us as long as we aren't too loud.
Time passes by quickly and soon enough I was sitting in the back of the science room as the bell rang. The teacher, Mr. Jenson, came into the classroom smiling as everybody glared at him. He loved project assignment days, especially at the end of the year. That's one of the reasons why I hated him.
"Welcome class," He spoke, writing directions into the board.
1. Find your partner (lists being passed around)
2. Grab a computer from the back of the room
3. Hand in your homework
4. Get started on the project
5. Have a great weekend!!
I sighed, slamming my head onto the desk.
"By now I think everyone has heard about our surprise end of the year project. This will be your last grade in this class and it matters most for your final grade, so make it count," he yelled smiling evilly. "So as the list is being passed to you, get with your partner and take a seat. Then follow the directions on the board. If you have any questions, just let me know."
A few minutes later the list was passed around to me.
Ava and Brooklyn
Ava and ... Brooklyn?
Who's Brooklyn?
Next to me someone sat down. Looking over I saw the kid from lunch. "I am." He grinned widely.
Realizing I just said that out loud, I smiled slightly. "Oh, I'm Ava,"
"Brooklyn. Beckham." He said, smiling back.
Beckham. Beckham? As in David and Victoria Beckham? Wow, how did I not know who he was? I mean I'm not some fangirling stalker, so that could be it.
"Oh. Well I'll grab the computer. Do you know what our topic is?" I asked, standing up. The project was on the human body, what we're currently learning about in science.
"Uh," he said, scratching the back of his neck, looking at the sheet. " Reproduction system."
Great. Just perfect.
I grabbed the computer from the back of the classroom and logged into my school account.
"So how was the library?" Brooklyn said out of nowhere."
Library? "Huh?" I asked, looking over at him.
"The library. At lunch you and your friend said you were off to the library." He smirked, knowing we lied.
"Yeah... It was closed, the librarian was on her lunch break." I shrugged, researching the reproductive system.
"Oh," he laughed. "Okay."
After a while of me looking up websites and him just sitting there looking around the classroom, the bell rang and I shot up from my chair. Brooklyn grabbed the computer and put it back, while I slung my bag over my shoulder.
"Hey," he spoke, picking his backpack up. "Do you want to come over tonight?"
I widened my eyes, a confused look on my face. "To work on the project." He laughed, seeing my reaction.
"Oh, ha, sure." I laughed back.
"Sweet," he smiled. "Uh, what's your number?"
I raised an eyebrow. "For directions to my house. Unless you want to go now with me, my dads picking me up." He said.
"Oh, well I have to walk my dog, but here." I replied, taking out a sharpie from my bag and writing my number on his hand. "Just don't give it out to your friends, my mum would kill me if a bunch of boys were texting me."
He smiled (this time with teeth, surprisingly) and looked down at his sneakers, his hands in his pockets. "I won't, I promise."
"Okay, well I'll see you at 4. Is that good for you?" I smiled.
He shook his head. "Yeah that's fine. I'll see you later, Ava."
And just like that the "bad boy" that Lily made him out to be walked out of the classroom, my number on his hand and a smile on my face. After realizing what I just agreed to, I ran to Lily's locker to cancel our movie plans for later.
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"And you're going to his house?" Lily said, a look of disbelief on her pale skin.
"Yep, at 4." I sighed.
Lily shook her head. "You do realize what you just did, right? You just gave your number to the worst fuckboy of the entire school and told him you would be over his house this afternoon."
"He seems nice." I whispered, looking down at my shoes.
"Av, fuckboys are not nice. They all have one goal and one goal only- to sleep around with girls. That's why they're called fuckboys!" She yelled, making a group of seniors stare at us.
"Ay, keep it down!" I said. "People are staring."
"Okay okay. I need to head home before my mom kills me but if anything happens with him and you need my help, just call."
I smiled. "Rodger that."
Just as Lily walked away from me my phone rang with a new text.
469-787-2274 : hey, it's brooklyn. see you later.
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Hey there! I really hope you enjoy this story so far, I will be working on it a lot this summer and hopefully will update at least once a week, maybe more.
Thanks for reading, love!
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