Bad Boy ~ George Shelley Fanfic

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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*George’s Point of View*

“Heyy baby, how are you?” Melody giggled at me whilst flicking her hair and batting her fake eyelashes.  Did she honestly know what she looked like? Why can’t girls just be natural, they need to understand that us lads don’t like an inch of foundation coming off girls’ faces.

“Heyy, Mel.” I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood for screaming girls talking about their new shoes and the latest boy bands. I’d rather have a conversation with a rock.

“What were you talking to her about?” Melody questioned me.

“Why does it matter to you?” Girls being nosy are also on my hate list.

“Oh nothing,” She wandered up to me and started to mess with my tie,” I just didn’t want my Georgey Boo to be talking to other girls.” She stuck out her bottom lip and fluttered her spider lashes at me once more.

“Look, Mel. You need to understand, we’re not going out. I thought I made that clear when I told you 1000 times before.” She couldn’t get that into her head; I guess a head full of makeup and boys is too much for a blonde bimbo.

“Whatever, hot stuff,” Mel winked. I do despair sometimes.  “Anyway I wouldn’t dare be seen talking to her.” Her eyes glanced over towards the girl sat on her own playing her guitar.

“Why, she seems alright to me?”

“She has no friends George, she just sits on her own with that freakishly tall girl and all they do is talk to each other. Plus have you seen the way she looks! I mean who doesn’t wear foundation,” Her eyes were now targeting at Asha. “It’s the 21st century loser!” Her voice raised over all the mumbles, all eyes stared at Melody…including the innocent eyes of Asha. From where I was standing I could see a small collection of water appear at the rim of Asha’s bottom eyelid. The smile that Id once seen before had vanished away. This made me angry.

“Mel, just shut up! Don’t you dare talk to someone like that…it doesn’t matter if someone’s different, personally I like people who are themselves unlike people like you, who just follow trends and each other,” The whole room went silent, everyone was looking at me. I felt empowered. “And you can’t talk about makeup… I've seen clowns with a more natural look than you. Maybe you should spend less time insulting people and start to look in the mirror.” The look on Mel’s face was priceless. If I could have taken a picture, I would have taken a million of them.  Her mouth popped open forming a small ‘o’. Her brows pulled together and disbelief was clear in her eyes. I looked around to see everyone else doing the same expression…including Asha.

*Asha’s Point of View*

I couldn’t believe my ears. No, I must be in a dream. The weird girl who only has one friend, the weird girl who plays her guitar all by her own, the weird girl who has never had a boyfriend had just been saved by George, they most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen, the guy who I had only known for 15 minutes had stuck up for me to the most popular girl in school. Wow. I never expected that to happen to little old me. The whole room was frozen; no-one had said a thing since his little outburst. Melody’s tacky face was still shocked, her mouth still dropped open from surprise, and her lower lip started quivering slightly as her eyebrows arched and eyes narrowed.

And then I looked at George.

All to my realization, he was staring at me with his deep brown eyes. A cheeky grin appeared on his face as he began to saunter over to me once again. I watched Melody’s eyes follow him walking across the room. Then she looked at me. I could see daggers coming out of her eyes. Such a lovely sight to see.

“I think that deserves a round of applause.” He winked at me. I wanted to applaud him so much until my hands dropped off, but I decided to keep my cool.

“You deserve a gold medal.”

“Oh, I think I deserve better than that.” His body was now leaning on the front of my desk, his small perky bum stuck up in the air whilst his muscly arms were crossed in front of me.

“Oh, and what would that be.” My heart started to thud, at any point I’m sure it would breakthrough my rib cage.

“Oh nothing much, just a certain phone number.” That’s it. I’m done. This is definitely a dream. This can’t be real. He just asked me for my phone number. What should I do? Should I grab my pen and write on his arm? No, that’s too eager. Should I play hard to get and say he’s not worth my time? No, that would definitely put me in his bad books, plus it’s not nice to lie.

Wait. Before I make any movement, I need to double check he means moi.

“You can have my grandma’s if you like, she’s a very nice person, and she’ll make you brownies and knit you a nice woolly scarf. George just looked at me.

Oh great. I’ve just ruined my chance of getting the guy of my dreams’ phone number. I can’t face seeing him again. Wow, well done Asha.

But then he began to laugh.

“Oh you do make me laugh Asha Collins, “My hopes suddenly began to lift;” I mean your mobile you little monkey!” Oh my god. I didn’t know what to do still.

“Ummm-“I was cut off by the final bell. Stupid bell. Everyone started to sprint out the room like a pack of hyenas. I placed the guitar back into the cupboard. See you soon my old friend. I picked up my backpack and started to wonder out. I was halfway down the school corridor till I heard a warm voice shout my name.

“Oi missus!” I turned around to see George chase after me. “You never give me your phone number.”

“Oh, yeah haha…I don’t have a pen?”

“No need, there is a modern technology called a mobile phone ya know.” He flashed a cheeky smile at me whilst he scrambled round in his pocket to reveal an iPhone 5.

“Oooo flashy!” I giggled. I had a Blackberry, it was a good phone but I’ve always dreamed to have an iPhone. I mean, who doesn’t?

“Come on chuckles, what’s your number?”

“07895682145.” I watched his fingers rapidly type in my number, his fingers were long and lean, they were the most beautiful fingers I’ve ever seen. What am I talking about, it’s just fingers.

“All done,” He placed his phone back into his blazer jacket and then tucked his hands in the back pockets of his trousers, “I guess I’ll see you around chuckles!” I loved the nickname he gave me…Chuckles. It may be a name of the clown but it sounded amazing coming from him.

“Hopefully not in detention.”

“I dunno, like I said before, I like girls who are feisty.” He flashed one of his sexy smiles and strutted down the corridor. He could definitely be a model.

This day could not be ruined by anything.

“Oi Loser, we need a word.” A whiny voice screeched.

Oh how I could've been more wrong.