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Brunette Beauty: Chapter 1

I turned to see whom my friend was eyeing off from a distance, surely I saw a longhaired brunet boy. His face full of concentration as he runs his finger through his locks, he wasn't someone I'd seen before within my years at Rosewood. He was surely beautiful, but only a boy like that could be one to be surrounded by girls whom were mesmerized by him. I forced myself to look away, with a thought swirling in my head causing my cheeks to become hot.

"He..." My friend sighed longingly looking down at her 'malfie' coffee; "Is gorgeous?" I say as if I'd taken the words straight from her mouth. "Anyone with eyes could tell that my love." She beamed taking a swig from her takeaway cup. "I'm pretty sure that type of beauty could cure the blind." I giggled sipping my chai latte, which Keely insists is the weirdest thing she has ever heard. Coming from a girl who was basically fed caffeine as an infant, and now she insists she simply can't stop her addiction. "You wouldn't be wrong." She says adjusting her beautiful blonde ponytail, and touching up her lipstick that is smudged on the coffee cup. "Are you ready for you last year?" She smiles so wide, that her eyes crinkle. I nod, throwing my cup into the bin. As we walk towards the steps, I decide to riskily sneak one last glance at the brunet boy. There are only so many hours in a day and there is only a 50-50% chance I'll see him again today. As I peer through my eyelashes he catches my glance, and smiles; "Hi." He mouths, the red returns to my cheeks; "Hi." I whisper pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Do you even remember your locker code?" Keely chuckles as I jiggle my lock hoping for it to pop open. I sigh, pushing my hair out of my face; dammit I knew I should have tied it up. I curse at myself, "No, I don't." I say resting my hand on my forehead. "Here let me try, I think I may recall." She says stepping towards my locker. With a few turns of the lock it clicks open, "Just as I remembered." She grins as I look at her in disbelief. "It's 28, 14, 2." She whispers, as I realize that I was putting in 15 instead of 14. No wonder why. "There he is." Keely shout whispers as he walks past us, confidence in his stride I felt my heart wrench a little at his presence. "I wonder if we will have any classes together with Mr. Brunet Beauty." She sneers smirking, in my wildest dreams. I start unloading my books into my locker as she continues to ramble on about how excited she is about her Psychology class. I push my locker shut and start to walk as Keely walks beside me, "But seriously, Bella you have to text me if he is in your class." She says with a jump in her step, I nod anxiously. "Come on, Bells! Today will be great! What's getting my little jellyfish down?" She says placing a sympathetic hand on my arm. "It's Ben..." I say as flashbacks flash through my mind of what happened over summer break. "Ugh, that name is a name I loathe." She says frowning. "Look, a guy like him is not worthy of a gorgeous girl like you. You already know that he is regretting his actions! And do you know what you have to do for revenge?" She asks waiting for my reply. "To ignore him?" I say unsure.

"Well yes, but you need to show him how much better off you are without him! Like litterly just enjoy yourself and he'll be beating his ass wishing he never left." Instantly I feel more perked up from Keely's kind words. "And also remember. Boys want what they can't have." She says squeezing me in a tight hug and letting me walk into homeroom.

I slump down into my chair at the back of the room, isolating myself from human interaction; the back of the room was my safe place. No one else came back here but me. Well apart from when my friend Eve decides to make an appearance, but that's once every blue moon. I pull out my copy of The Great Gatsby which I have been thoroughly enjoying, I put my head in my book and tuck my feet up onto my seat. As I read I'm content with the situation at hand, I completely miss the fact that Brunet Beauty walks into the room, is greeted by the teacher on plonks himself down into the seat beside me. I litterly had my head so far into my book, that I might as well be resting a magnifying glass on the page. "Good book?" A deep velvet voice pulls me into reality, and my head out of my book for that matter. I stumble in my seat and close the book. I turn to my side and see him. "So?" He urges me to answer. "Yeah, it is." I stutter and he nods. He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his social media, as I sit awkwardly looking at the white board at the front of the room. He sighs and shoves his phone back into his pocket. "I'm Will." He says extending his hand, I do the same and shake his hand. "Daisy- Uh I mean Bella; shit." I embarrassingly just said my name was Daisy. I could only wish that I was Daisy and be married to a man like Jay Gatsby.

"A 'right, Bambi." He smirks, great now I've earned a nickname. "Why Bambi?" I ask, "Well Bella and Bambi start with the same thing." He shrugs. I nod still confused at how we got onto nickname terms so quickly. "Or maybe the fact that you look as innocent as the Disney character Bambi." He adds. I turn to him and raise an eyebrow, "Innocent? Is that how your going to play?" I ask a little annoyed, people always pin me as the innocent one. "Yeah, do you have a problem Bambi?" The beauty was starting to wash away with his annoyingness / fuckboy attitude. I knew he would end up like this. My phone vibrates on the table; it's a message from Keely. I don't read what it says but I know what it is along the lines of, my first instinct is to lock my phone immediately. "What's up, got something to hide Bambi?" The brunet inches closer, I slowly move to the edge of my seat. (The one furthest from him). "No." I gulp, and a small smile plays at his rosy lips. "I think you better tell me, Daisy."

"It's Bella." I snap, and then my eyes widen at my sudden rudeness. But then I remember that he is asking me about personal information; my text messages.

"You'd rather be called Daisy though." He says in the most irresistible tone. I clench my hand into a fist, my long painted nails digging into my flesh.

"Isn't you're ex Ben?" He asks the dreaded question.

"Please don't." I plead.

"Why?"

"The topic is sensitive."

"What did he do?"

"Will." I say trying to remain calm.

"Is he gay?"

"Will, I said stop." I growl and he smiles in satisfaction.

The bell rings and I couldn't walk out of the room quick enough.