Book one: Wreaking Havoc on Angels (Completed)

Chapter 3

Angela's POV

I found out Spencer was a junior, and I learned a lot about him in the time he took my around the academy. He lives with his older brother-Logan-a second year senior and by the sparkle in his eyes I could tell Spencer admires and looks up to him. I noticed he never mentioned his parents, but I wouldn't want anyone to ask about mine either.

Spencer was one of those guys that play all of the sports he could while still maintaining exemplary grades. He was heading in a good direction for college, and he knew what he wanted to do in life. Before he could ask me any questions, the bell rang. Students started piling out of the classrooms glad to have an hour brake in between their four core classes. A couple of times people shoved past me and I would have fallen if Spencer wasn't there to catch me. Mumbling a 'thank you' my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "It's no problem Angel." He smirked.

"Spencer! Hey!" a shrill voice called from down the hall.

I sharply took in a breath, and grimaced as the overly excited voice repeated the greeting. Strutting through the halls as she swayed her hips-was that supposed to look good?-was a Barbie look alike, with an appearance that matched her voice; fake. Behind her, two girls wore similar expressions that said "Move Peasants." Spencer turned to the blonde, grinning and pecked her on the cheek right in front of me. She completely ignored me and focused on Spencer, grabbing his muscles whenever she could. Clearing my throat, she furiously turned to me like I was interrupting her.

"Who is she?" The future prom queen/mean girl, who needed an attitude adjustment, asked Spencer, her eyes shooting lasers at me. "And why is she hanging with you? She looks like she's twelve." I managed to hear her whisper the last part.

In all honesty, I didn't need this. Before Spencer answered her, I held up my hand and shook my head. With a boost of confidence I walked past all of them, not wanting questions or drama. The two girls' tsking noises sounded further and further away as I walked straight, then turned the corridor...to bump into yet another person. I jumped slightly, and fumbling an apology to my victim, I slowly raised my head from the embarrassment to find two brown captivating eyes staring back at me.

"You seem to be in quite the rush, babe."

My goal was to burst his ego and say "I'm not your babe," but my voice deserted me.

While my brain was trying to form an intelligent response, my eyes did not heed my heart or my head's warning of 'do not look up'. Taking in the 6'2" hunk of guy in a way in which I hoped to be discreet, I realized this guy was like one of those Tumblr guys that you would never meet in real life. His devilish messy locks of hair swept-dare I say perfectly-to the side. The grey v-neck shirt was probably made for him, the way it tightened around his sculpted muscles, and clung to his obviously toned stomach. The dark skinny jeans were a tease; they somehow stayed low on his hips but stuck to his body. When my eyes finally snuck their way back up to the guys' chiseled face, I gulped as his defined jaw line met his lips, which curled up in a smirk.

"Like anything you see?" His deep voice questioned with a hint of a smile.

Guess I wasn't discreet at all.

Gathering courage, I hid my nervousness and humiliation and put on a smug face.I openly checked him out again, and before my eyes could stay stuck on his and I'd forget everything I was going to say, I managed to get out "Hmm not really. All I see is a tereotypical bad boy who is full of himself and is trying to get a rise out of the new girl, and it's not going to work." I internally gave myself a high five for not stuttering. A look of shock turned to amusement to something I couldn't quite place. He grinned then, his dimples showing, "I like you new girl, your feisty. No one's stood up to me before."