Not my type of guy

Chapter 7

My first day at another crappy school. Walking down the halls of Bright Star high, I catch a few girls staring at me and smiling. Rolling my eyes I keep walking until I reach the office. The office secretary eyes light up at soon she sees me, doing a twirl with her hair. The name card on her desk reads Ms.Kvil but she looks a little young to be a secretary.

"Hi I'm ms.Kvil! I'm guessing you're the new student here?"

I raise my eyebrow and laugh. "Obviously." Her cheeks become a light shade of pink and she looks away and quickly fumbles with some paper on her desk. I wait a little impatiently for her to pass me my class schedules. Finally she prints off my paper and gives it to me with a shy smile. "Thank you." I wink and she blushes once again. I smirk as I walk out knowing I have that effect on girls. Every school I've been to, girls throw themselves at me because of my 'bad boy status' and looks. Not to be cocky but I'd say I'm about a 10.

Making my way to my first period which happens to be history. As I'm about to enter a couple of girls giggling come up to me. "You're cute!" A blonde tells me. I take a moment; use to this. "Thanks babe." I give her a smirk and head inside my class. From inside the class I can hear them freaking out. Looking around I spot a seat at the back that I want but some emo looking kid is in it. I stand there for a minute and mess with my lip ring. Walking over to him I simply tell him to move. His head was down and he told me no quite boldly. I asked again and this time he looked up a little shocked. He looked me up and down but pauses at the tattoo on my arm. The kid gets up quicker than lightening and moves seats.

Slouching in my seat, I take a minute and crack my knuckles. When I look up i catch people staring and I stare back at them, making them quickly turn away. The teacher finally comes in and starts class but stops as a girl comes in. "Ms.Brooks! Late once again." I could already tell this teacher was an asshole but I'd deal with that. "Rough night again?" he glared at her. I stare at her intently and notice she's pretty sexy. Brown hair and interesting green eyes.

"Well atleast I get to have fun with my life unlike you." She smiled and added. "Mr.Grinley."

His face got as red as a tomato and all the students laughed in the background. "GET OUT!" he yelled at her and she grimaced but left; turning on her heels. I smiled and held back my laugh at his reaction and at what she said. Classes carries on boringly and it seems to be lunch. Going to my locker I crash into someone who was clearly not looking where they were going.

"Watch where you're fucking going." I glare at the person, only to realize its Brooks. I'm about to say something but she beats me to it.

"Well aren't you rude as hell." She glares back. "YOU, hun clearly bumped into ME. So if I were you I'd apologize asshole!"

I smile at her boldness and see her friend looking a little intimidated by me. "We should go..." her friend whispers in her ear. Ignoring her friend she waits. "I'm sorry storm." I smirk and she looks taken back. "What did you call me?" her voice curious. Scratching the back of my head I notice her eyes land on my muscles. "It's not polite to stare Brooks." Smirking I walking away. I feel her eyes follow me and continue on.

After school was try outs for the football team and I decided it'd be chill if I tried out. On the field I could tell I was an intimidation. The stares and some even left when they saw me. Some people ask why I have tattoos because I'm so young but I have my reasons. Tryouts was good and the coach said I had amazing talent that this team needed but I didn't let it get to my head. I knew I got on the team and some seniors asked me to chill with them which I accepted.

"Dude you were amazing out there!" A red head named Bryan told me. We were driving to some warehouse place to chill out. "I was alright." I say plainly. The guys go on about shit I could care less about. We reach the abandoned warehouse and I hop out J crumb's (his nickname) car. Its huge in there and not what I expected. It's like a club. Lots of girls and lots of lights and smoke. J passes me a blunt and I take a drag. "This is good stuff. Who's your dealer?" I ask playing with my lip ring a little. Looking across the room I notice an women looking at me.