Beach Body

The New Girl

Andre Mason's P.O.V:
Her question caught me a little off guard. I hadn't expected her to ask such a strange and yet blunt question. Honestly, I'm not used to people speaking to me like she had. More like I'm used to people worshipping me and falling all over me. But there was just something about this girl. I had to win her over.

"Because you're beautiful" I said confidently "and beautiful girls tend to enjoy my company. Especially British girls."

She scoffed. "Oh I know all about your company, Andre. Thanks," she stated before quickly adding "but no thanks. I don't feel like being one of your girl sluts that you throw out the next day. Besides, you're not my type." She got up and started to turn away from me, a smirk playing on the corner of her lips as she walked away.

I caught up to her. I had to know why she didn't fall for me like the other girls.
"But I'm everyone's type." I corrected.
"Not mine, you're not" she retorted.
"Why not?" What is it about me that is not your type?" I cringed at how much desperation was in my voice. So pathetic.

"I tend not to fall for arrogant bastards like you."

I was shocked into silence. Something that I'm pretty sure has never happened before. Not since the day I was offered a recording contract, anyway.

I was so stunned that I just stood there and watched her walk away...

*

That night, I kicked myself for watching her walk away. Why did I do that?
Normally I would just go after another girl, to make me feel better, but there was something about her. I don't even know her name but I have to find out.

Sitting in my bed, daydreaming about the girl with the beautiful, silky brown hair, I realised that I had to find her. And then I would have to win her over. Just thinking about her got me sexually frustrated.