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Chapter 3

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HONEY SAMUELS

The class went great, I love Finance and my Math is pretty strong too. Although the first day was just basics, things were only going to get tougher. After 3 classes Hugh went to the Library to get some books while Henry and I were walking towards the canteen to save us a table. I was texting my mom about my day... or half of my day. She was ecstatic that I made friends and went a little too overboard with the smileys.

Henry or Hen as she told me to call her, knew I speak less so didn't force me to talk about random stuff just to make conversation like I thought she would, and that made me admire my new friend even more.

We entered the vast cafeteria and found most of the tables occupied. Hen pointed towards an empty table that could seat 8 in the corner of the cafeteria and since all the small tables were occupied nearby we went and sat there. After getting our food, we sat there oblivious to the stares of others, or atleast I was, Hen didn't give a damn.

After sometime, I saw Hen abruptly stop talking about her date on Saturday and stare at something behind me and furrow her brows. I raised an eyebrow "What's wrong Hen?"

"This is our table." I turned to see a group of guys and gulped, they all looked big and fearsome, but one guy stood out, Brandon. He had a small smile and stood infront of all of them, like a leader.

"What is this high school?" Hen muttered and rolled her eyes.

One guy with blonde hair grunted with his eyes on me "Listen little girls-" but he was cut off by Brandon's hand which gestured him to stop, his jaw clenched.

BRANDON TATE

My jaw clenched when I saw Mike look at Honey with malice. Her friend looked pissed, but she looked pale with fear as she gulped. God she looked so beautiful, so fragile. I had a sudden urge to hold her in my embrace and protect her.

The feel of her bod- Stop it Bran. She has a boyfriend.

I clenched my fists in unexplainable anger, but one look at her innocent face and I was whipped all over again. Pússy. I smiled at her, ignoring my conscience, "It's okay Mike, we don't own the university, people can sit anywhere they want."

My friends looked shocked and some scoffed, Sky rolled his eyes and said "This is our spot. Go sit somewhere else newbies."

Honey looked ever ready to just grab her things and run but her friend had other plans "Excuse me? You have no right to boss us around. As you can see the tables here are full so GO and WAIT. Orrr go to the opposite wing." she bit out as she snapped her fingers for effect, causing some people to gasp. I was impressed by the balls of this girl fighting against 6 senior guys. Stupid really. She's lucky she's friends with Honey.

My eyes were trained on Honey as her eyes widened and she turned to her friend and after what felt like eternity I heard her sweet melodious voice "Let's just leave Henry, they're seniors."

Sky laughed "Lil pretty brunette's smart. Listen to her it'll do you good." Something inside me tugged when he called her pretty, and I know she is beautiful but suddenly my wayward brain started visualizing Honey and Sky together and I felt burning rage inside.
"They'll sit with us." I hoarsely bit out.

They all widen their eyes as I sit next to Honey and the others are forced to sit too, glaring holes in my head, leaving Honey and her friend standing. She eyes me warily "I think we should... we should get going." My smile turns into a frown "It's okay Honey, you can sit with us. My friends aren't going to say anything."

The whole lunch the guys and I talked about random crap, Henry looked bored but never failed to give her feisty-bordering on bitchy-comments, mostly at Sky. Honey though, you could feel the nervousness radiating in thick waves from her, so I thought to talk to her about normal stuff to make her feel less nervous "So Honey which school did you attend before this?" as I popped a fry in my mouth.

Mike raised an eyebrow "Is her name actually Honey or are you doing that sweet talk shit?"

I rolled my eyes "Her name is Honey." I spoke slowly and lowly as if trying to explain basic things to a daft person.

Sky and the guys started snickering, I raised a brow and they all pretended to cough. How original. I turned to look at the angel beside me who had a death grip on her fork "So Honey?"

She cleared her throat "I was home schooled. St. Peters High, correspondence." she tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear as she answered quietly, not making eye contact. Was there anything NOT delicate about this girl?

"Really? Home schooled?" Hen looked shocked. "Well that explains your awkwardness with people. You can't even speak a word!" Honey looked up at her friend with big, hurt eyes and something inside me broke. That face. I never want to see that look on her sweet face ever again, I decided right there. I resisted the urge to smack Henry for embarrassing an overly conscious girl.

"So what? Give her time Henry. Not everyone's as boisterous as you." I reprimanded with a frown, and she had the decency to look ashamed and I was shocked not to hear a feisty reply back.

"I-I'm sooo sorry Hon, I just... I was thinking loudly... and that was just plain rude. I'm sorry okay?" I heard her blabbering, but my eyes were stuck on Honey. It's like once you start looking at her, you just want to watch whatever she does because it's just too sweet and soft.

Creepy. Shut it.

She gave her friend a smile and nodded "It's okay."

I silently put my hand on top of hers under the table and she turned to me with shock and I squeezed her soft hand and smiled, even after feeling her stupid ring. Her face broke into the tiniest of smiles as she subtly removed her hand from mine, her cheeks red, causing me to smile even more. She's just so cute.

After a little more small talks here and there we were walking towards the Finance Block, Henry went to find her boyfriend, and I not so subtly gestured my friends to leave us alone.

We were walking slowly, when she shocked me with her sweet, hesitant voice "Um... thank you Brandon... for what you did there..." she muttered quietly as she looked up at me. My face broke into that same stupid grin from morning "It's alright, don't worry I'm always here for you. Anything you need."

She beamed back at me and my smile faltered as I looked at her in awe. What am I a teen with a crush? Suddenly she squeaked and tripped but before she could fall I caught hold of her, my one hand on her hips and the other on her shoulder in a tight grip. I turned to see Nat strutting away and frowned. Any other time I would have rolled my eyes at her antics but right now I was pissed as fuck. How dare she?

"Brandon? I'm okay now."

I looked down to see Honey in my arms and couldn't resist and pulled her to me, to say she was shocked would have been an understatement. Her cheeks immediately flushed as I stared at her. I brought my mouth to her delicate ear and resisted the urge to bite it "Are you hurt?" my voice a husky whisper to my own ears. I felt her slight shiver and tightened my hold on her. She fits perfectly in my arms. She smells divine, and feels like a big ball of cotton in my strong arms.
"N-no..." she replied back in a little voice.
I lightly, almost teasingly touched her ear in a feather light kiss and she gasped. I then let go of her and she nervously rubbed her elbow and straightened her dress, trying to hide the little smile creeping on her flushed face. No use cause I saw it anyway. Not knowing what to do, she abruptly started walking towards the block with me smiling and standing there, looking at her backside yet again.

Damn it. Snap out of it Bran you perv.

I cleared my throat and looked around, few low lives staring at me, some smirking knowingly. I raised a brow and everyone dispersed like ants. The power of my brow...

I really need to find out who Honey's "boyfriend" is, if required I'll beat him up or threaten to beat him up. After what happened a few minutes back, like hell I'll let her even think about any other guy except me.

But now, seems like someone else needs to know their place, I muse as I walk towards the opposite direction.