It All Started With A Basketball

Chapter 6 - Schedules

It felt weird. So many girls were giving Brandon flirty smiles and me nasty looks.
One of the girls came up to us.
"How's a boy like you," she said, tracing a finger along the side of his neck "with a girl like her."

Jealous much.

"I can show you how." He said to her.
"Come on." I muttered, pulling him away from that love hungry monster.

This is one of the reasons I will never go out with him. Or any of his kind. They're players. I need a man who won't date me just for what he wants then leave me the next day.

But he claims he was tired of being a player. Well now he's getting trapped into that world again.

I just hope that after today, we can part our separate ways. He may be literally the hottest guy on Earth, and I might like him. Just a wee bit... But it's not always the case of 'opposites attracting'. I know 'him and I' just won't work out. Sometimes, it just isn't compatible. I wanna go back to the way it should be. Me, as the school's good girl (and I'm proud of that title just so you know) and his as the school's newest bad boy.
Good and bad? I'll say it again.

It just never works out.

That only happens in stories. This is real life.

I was planning on bringing him to the office so he could get his schedule, then leaving him. It's not like we are going to have the same classes the same periods. I just have to find a way to get out of the deals we made...

Wait, I just realized...

I've made like THREE DEALS with some random stranger!
The basketball game, the assisting with tryouts and now pretending to be his girlfriend.

I don't even know the first thing about him!

"Brandon." I whisper, to get his attention.
"Yes, sweetheart?" He says, louder than normal as if he wanted everyone to hear.
"Stop with the nicknames!" I remark.
"But we're dating." Brandon said, still loud.
"No we aren't!"
"Shhh lower your voice."
"But you were the one who was shou--"
"Shhh." He put his finger to my lips. "Fine, so I'll stick to calling you cupcake then?"
"NO!" I whisper-screamed.
"Don't act like you don't love it. I saw your cupcake socks when I pulled off your shoe trying to murder you in the car earlier."
I blushed. It was true. I had cupcake socks on.

Thanks grandma for the lovely Christmas present.

"My name is Lindsay. Li-nd-say" I said, breaking apart the word so possibly his mind could comprehend.
"Brindsay."
I blinked. "What?"
"Brindsay. Our ship name since we are a couple now." He explained.
"Oh gosh. Don't be like Laura." I say, remembering the time she tried to come up with hundreds of different ship names.
We both laughed.

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"Wow. This is so fucking small." Brandon says as we enter the main office. I whacked his arm for his use of profanity.

It wasn't the largest of spaces, but it felt smaller because of the prodigious desk in the middle of the room.

"I'm already missing first period because of this, so please put your bad boy attitude aside and make a good first impression on the staff." I plead.
He grunted. "Fine. Only because you asked nicely."

We strolled to the front desk.

As we were about to ask the superintendent for Brandon's schedule, a lady went in front of us and began discussing something with the woman at the front desk.

"My daughter has been wanting to enroll in this--"
"Yo, grandma!" Brandon interrupted, clearly annoyed.
"Excuse me?!" The lady turned around to look at him.
"Do you cut people off like that on the road too?!"
"My daughter is enrolling in this highschool and I ne--"
"Yeah, yeah, we don't need to hear your life story. We were here first!"
"Congratulations on your accomplishment of being here first young man." She sarcastically stated and turned back to face the superintendent. "Now what forms would I need to comp--" Brandon snapped his fingers in front of her face.
"You got shit in your ears? I wasn't finished talking to you!"
The lady scoffed. "How dare you treat me with such high levels of disrespect! I am an adult--"
"Oh, I thought you were a grandma." He smirked. She continued on.
"--and I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you delinquents. Hopefully, the school doesn't tolerate it either."
"And I will not tolerate this kind of old lady spit getting on my face from your scolding." Brandon mocked. "Oh yeah, and there's tons more students just like me."