Who Knew (Austin Mahone Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16

I squeal in shock when Steph shuts my locker as I'm pulling my notebook out. "Nicole, come here." She drags me by the arm as we practically race down the hall and turn a corner near the music room. I almost trip a bunch of times but find a way to regain my balance. Steph stops, causing me to bump into some people. "Sorry, sorry," I say to all the people I ran into.

Steph lets go of me and she starts glaring into the distance. "Why are we here?" I ask, kind of annoyed but still very much surprised.

"Look," Steph points to guy and a girl a few meters away, right by the door to a classroom. I squint to finally realize it's Brandon... and a girl... making out.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

My jaw drops as I stare at them, practically sucking each other's faces off. When I turn my attention back to Steph, her expression is an I-told-you-so one. I'm speechless for a few seconds, but I finally find my words and ask hurriedly, "Who is she?"

"Don't know, but still!"

I turn my head, looking at all the people around us. Everyone chatting, pulling things from their lockers, walking with friends. "Why isn't anyone reacting?"

"Everyone's used to it. Brandon just goes and kisses his latest girl. All the time. I'm surprised you've never seen him do it."

"Well, I thought we had a thing going on," I spat out.

Steph snickers, "Girl, he's got a thing going on with everyone. Well, everyone except Kathy."

My insides are boiling up. There's a mild pounding in my head as I analyze the situation in my mind. Don't get me wrong, yes, Brandon's got a thing for being the player. But seriously, I really thought something might happen with us. Ok, maybe not thought. I guess, I hoped something might happen. Either ways, he can't flirt with me, almost kiss me, pick on Austin, and then go make out with some other chick.

Steph could probably read my mind and tell how upset I was. She was holding a can of rootbeer in her hands until she offered it to me. With a knowing smile, she says, "Want some rootbeer?"

"Sure," I reply, in a sweet but dead voice. I take it from her, holding it in my right hand. I shake it a bit and feel the liquid inside. It's still almost full. I glide over to Brandon, tapping him on the shoulder. "Brandon."

He pauses, pulling away from the girl. As he turns to look at me he says, "What?"

"Hi."

Oh yeah. Something about me: I hate rootbeer.

I dump it on his head, causing the rootbeer to pour from his blonde hair down to his jacket, spreading to his arms, and even onto his shirt. He rubs the drink from his eyes, revealing gray storms piercing through me. Lightning could have striked just by the way he was glaring at me. This time, I don't fall for his perfect gray eyes. I don't even swoon a little bit. I hold the gaze, before finally handing him the empty can. A huge grin flashes across my face, and with all the joy I can muster, I shout, "Ha ha. YOU SUCK!"

I tilt my head to the side, eyeing the girl Brandon was kissing. She has a genuinly confused expression on her face. In a casual tone I say, "Oh yeah, he was playing the both of us."

She gasps in surprise. Brandon faces her quickly, he's about to say something but is interuppted with a slap to the face. It's the kind that looks, sounds and probably does hurt.

"I knew I should've listened to them!" the girl yells, stomping away from Brandon.

"Same here!" I call.

I laugh, looking over at Brandon one last time. "Oh well. See ya, King." He has a mix of annoyance, boredom and anger on his face. I feel real sassy right now, so before I turn away, I lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.