The Tale Of The Brit And The Bad Boy

Chapter 39: Crawford

Cherry POV

Crawford, his name is Crawford, is it possible that I melted even more?

I don't even know how to flirt, I'm dressed like a total punk, my hair is a mess thanks to the two dumbos who forced me out of my house, even my posture is terrible! No wonder Luke calls me lanky girl.

"Well, -errm, what classes are you taking?" talk about socially awkward or what.

"I'm taking music, sports and all the basics" he said, smiling down at me, he's at least six foot something, and I'm pretty tall for a girl.

"So am I! Wait, who's form are you in?"

"Well, I'm in mr Grey's"

"So am I"

"I didn't see you there in the morning?" oh yeah, I was sleeping in, because the moody cow I am.

"It's because I slept in" I said, now doing my code for my locker, opening it, taking out my chem books.

"Need help with those?" he asked, finally opening his locker.

"Nah, I don't think we should get to the cliche bit, when the new boy comes" he laughed, oh damn, it was hot as fudge.

"I like cliche stuff, like when the girl falls on the boy and they kiss, oh and when the mean girl goes for the boy that the girl likes!" he joked around.

"Are you a hopeless romantic?" I asked, because if he knew this much about cliche love stories he surely is.

"Well, my sister makes me watch romance movies with her whenever a prick brakes her heart, so I guess you could say that I kind of am"

"Aww, how cute" I tease, I ay seem like I'm confident, but trust me, It's taking everything in me to not fall because my knees are so weak.

"I think we might be late to our next class, and by the looks of it we both have chem" Screw it. This guy seems so much better then Brett.

"Sure"

"Can I ask you something?" I swear if he says something that would make me look like a total fool, like how come your face is red? Or anything like that, then I am done.

"Are you British or something? Because you sure don't sound like an American"

"Yeah I'm British, I moved her about six months ago" his smile widened. I just noticed how deep his dimples are! Fuck it, if I hang out with him for the whole day, I would most likely end up in hospital, he's giving me the type of feels that Michael Clifford would give me.

What am I doing with my life?

"I think we should get to class, since we are the last ones in the hallway and the bell already went" I nodded, a bit embarrassed.

"Wanna have lunch together, girls have asked me, but they look like they only want me for my looks and sex" I looked up at him confused.

"Don't you enjoy the attention?"

"No, I'm a guy who's into music, I would do anything to be up on stage and rock out on my guitar and drums, I'm quiet socially awkward and a proud virgin, by the way, I love Nirvana too"

"Same" I took notice of the shirt he was wearing, he was wearing a misfits tank top and ripped jeans, I'm even more in love, the fact that he also has a lip ring and ear piercings makes me melt. Oh yeah and don't think the sunglasses on top of his head didn't go unnoticed. He's like one of those hot punks. It's just amazing.

I don't even think Brett can compete with this, because considering he's a dick, and now a guy who craves sex, basically Greg.

"Anyway, you can sit with me at lunch, but a few people might sit with us, but you don't have to, we can always sit alone"