Love at First Sight

10. Brooke&Miles

Nyssa told me about her little 'incident' with Mike, and the entire time she was recounting it, all i could think about ws how badly i wanted to record that and post it all over the internet so everyone could see what a dick Mike Abbot actually was.

That jerk had tried hitting on me a couple times too, so I wasn't suprised when he hit on Nyssa. I didn't expect him to assult her though, god, i am so glad my best friend is a genius...and a little phsyco No sane person would have kneed him in the groin and punched him to the point where he had a broken nose, but then again, this is Nyssa Abrahams we're talking about, genius, sarcastic, and slightly unhinged. 

The part that really got me though, was when she talked about Aiden Rhodes comforting her. It took everything in me to not to crack out a huge, cocky smirk when she talked, and even more effort not to laugh hysterically. I knew from the minute Aiden laid eyes on her that he was smitten. Since that first hockey game. I knew. I mean, they're polar opposites, but so right for each other, Aiden's the nicest guy ever, and literally wouldn't hurt a fly. Literally, I'm talking, this guy catches the fly in a glass and releases it back outside, because apparently 'every living being has a soul.' Nyssa, however, as we've seen is slightly more...uh...how do I put this delicately?

...unhinged.

Anyway, I realised sometime after, (i.e. today), that Miles Hearst, (left defense player for Crestwood's hockey team) also noticed Aiden's not-so-subtle-crush on my best friend, so we made a deal to get them together by any means necassary, although, he made a point of telling me to, quote, "Not fall in love with him on this mission" As if, i have higher standards than Miles Hearst, I mean, that guy is a walking red flag. Player? Check. Smokes? Check. Has a new girl on his arm every week? Check. And lets not forget, exessive partyer. I mean, I probably shouldn't be talking, I go to parties like ever week too- but that's not the point! The point is, Miles Hearst is an arrogant, cocky jerk, and I would never fall for-

"Yo Brookie!" It was him. Ugh, great, and he was calling me 'Brookie.' could you get any more informal?

"My name's Brooke, 'Milsey'" I mocked

His perfect lips just twisted upwards into a smirk as he pushed his sweaty brown hair out of his (peircing) green eyes. Yes, I was meeting up with him at hockey practise, get over it.

He smirked and drawled on, "First of all, don't call me Milsey and second of all," He leaned close so I could smell the scent of sweat and ice on his jersey, "Hello to you too, princess, whats the game plan for tonight?"

I scoffed in attempt to hide my blush that i could feel rise to my cheeks at his proximity, so i stepped back. "The game's against Fairveiw, so you guys are obviously going to win, make sure you set up an afterparty, get Aiden to come, and mention Nyssa, oh, and don't fuck up" I added with a smirk "Like you always do"

Miles didn't seem even slightly preturbed by my comment and instead stepped even closer to me, "Oh please...me? fuck up? The only thing I fuck is girls, and unfourtunately, that doesn't include you, princess, I know it wounds you but we made a deal-"

"Oh cram it  jackass" I interrupted "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last guy on earth" I huffed ingnantly, turning backwards.

He roughly grabbed my arm and turned me to face him, before whispering in my ear, "That's a lie and we both know it princess"

His voice was so low, so seductive, it took everything in me to supress a shiver. I shoved him back, "Yeah" I scoffed "Keep dreaming"

Miles POV

God, Brooke Westwood would be the damn death of me. For someone so short, she sure packed a whole lot of attitude, and it was fucking hot. I'd only told her not to 'fall in love with me' to piss her off, because damn she was sexy when she was annoyed, or mad. Pissing off Brookie had officially become my new favourite pastime, even though I was only doing this with her for Aiden.

Aiden was my best mate, but he was a bit...slow at times, especially when it came to girls. And by girls I mean Nyssa. Aiden's kind of like those disney prince's you see on TV, all perfect and ready to be a knight in shining armour and all that shit, hell, every time he walks or skates, i half-expect flowers to sprout out, or birds to start singing, and all that disney shit. He's good-looking, don't get me wrong, maybe not as much as me, but good-looking nonetheless, and I know dozens of girls who like him...but he seems to be a little too fixtated on this one Abrahams girl.

From what i've heard (from Brooke) is that she's some kind of genius, AKA nerd, way too snarky for her own good, and...unhinged? I didn't know what that meant until she beat up Mikey from the football team. I'd be lying if i said i wasn't impressed, and I kinda get why Aiden likes her now but still...unhinged.

Anyway, after Brookie asked me to set up that afterparty, i got straight to work, after all, parties were my thing, if there were three things i knew how to do, it's parties, hockey and girls. 

Brooke

Brooke was popular yes, and she got alot of guys, which wasn't exactly ideal, but she was also pretty fucking gorgeous, and there was a teeny, weeny part of me that wanted to see how she felt underneath me...saying my name...no not saying it...screaming it-

Whoa...where had that come from?

I cleared my throat in attempt to clear my thoughts. For fucks sake Miles, you could literally have any girl, why in fuck's name do you want her?

Why? I could give you a million reasons why-

Nope. Not gonna go there. I am not some lovesick puppy like Aiden. I sleep with girls, and thats it. No strings attatched. Same goes for Brooke. She's slept with guys, but she's never dated any of them...I'm tiring myself thinking about this. I have a game tonight, and a party afterwards, I need to focus on that, and not Brooke fucking Westwood.