The Happy Ending Factory [ON HOLD UNTIL JULY]

Chapter 13 ; The violet spark

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James POV

"We are a good team." She said enthusiastically, looking at the violet-colored flame.

"Indeed we are." I chuckled at her childlike innocence. She is beautiful, have I shared classes with her before? And if I have, why haven't I noticed her before.

When I saw her standing there at the bar, all by herself. That's when she triggered something deep inside of me.

*Flashback*

I couldn't help but go talk to her. The beautiful girl who looked slightly uneased, like she didn't belong here. In contrast to most of the girls at clubs like this one, acting like they own the place, she looked like it was her first party or something like that. An urge to protect her surfaced, and I didn't even know the girl.

I saw she just ordered a drink so I walked over to the bar and ordered what she was drinking. She turned her head in disbelief -Did she know me- and looked me straight in the eye. She had an unusual and unique beauty.

I asked if I knew her but the music was rather loud to talk at a normal volume, so she couldn't understand my question. She oddly asked if I went to Dwight School, but I couldn't recall seeing her at school. Maybe she had a friend there?

Nope, I had been blind. She has been going to the same school – which isn't one with a large number of students- and I had never noticed her. Oh God, this is embarrassing.

"Bree, Bree Lockwood. You're James right?" She asked me hesitantly.

Bree Lockwood... I had heard her name before, but then again it could have been just her last name that spoke to me. At Dwight's every last name has a great value. Fuck... She did know my name. She probably thinks I am one of those superficial, self-centered jerks.

"Yeah, I continue to be amazed by the fact that apparently everyone knows my name, yet I don't know a single one of them." I tried to explain in an apologetic way.

She even knew I played football? Ok, I have to admit if she knows my name, she'll probably know I play football but still. She left me speechless. I can't lose my cool, I never have and I certainly won't over this girl. So I grabbed my drink and said goodbye as I walked away. But I couldn't just leave her like that. I looked back and smiled at her.

Why do I care what this girl thinks of me? That rarely happens...

I went to our usual table and joined the conversations.

"Hey man, what took you so long." Jake laughed while handing me a beer.

"Do you know a Bree Lockwood?" It didn't seem to ring a bell. "She goes to Dwight's as well."

"Sorry man, never heard of her." He said while taking a gulp of his beer bottle, "Why? Did you set your eyes on a new target?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah right, you know me better than that pal." I smirked, "Girls aren't just trophies to me."

"Yeah yeah, I know. But to me, they are." He laughed.

"Hey guys, this is Bree, you might know her, or not. Either way just make some room so we can sit." Lydia said before sliding in.

Wow, Lydia knows her? I saw her talking to Luke as she sat down. He knows her as well?

"Hey Lydds, where do you know her from?"

"We share Art class. More even, we are project partners. She is a nice girl, a bit shy, but hey isn't everyone in the beginning?" She rattled. "Her dress is beautiful, I didn't know she was so fashionable. In class she mostly wears simple inconspicuous outfits, no make-up and her hair is a mess most of the time. But she has really proven me wrong tonight. That Tara girl must finally have taught her some beauty-wisdom."