Falling for the Heart-breaker

British guys

*Brinley's POV*

"Headed out so early?" My mom asked, taking a sip from her steaming coffee cup.

I nodded quickly, faster than I should have. I mentally slapped myself, rushing towards the door with my back pack sinking towards the floor from the heavy amounts of homework I was receiving this year. God bless being a junior.

The reason I'm in a rush, a very good reason to be exact, is because of Natalie and her group of populars. Which these days mostly included wannabes. They seemed to think they were better than everyone else, everyone besides them. Them and their rich parents. And their stupid, snobby, rich kid jokes. Bunch of idiots if you ask me.

Well, you guessed it. I'm bullied. I have been bullied for very good reasons. I was a total geek when I was a freshman. Everyone made fun if me and I had no friends, no one to stand up for me. Not one person to talk to. And I still don't. But my mom doesn't know about that, nor about the bullying. Sure it hurts, and I cry a lot, but I'm ok now...

"Ya, morning tutorials for math." I rushed, opening the door. I could hear her faint laugh, and imagine her nose crinkling in delight. She was the perfect mom, and I have no idea what I'd do without her. Probably curl up and die.

My white converse carried me step by step, my palms sweaty inside my large hoody pockets. I was nearing the spot Natalie would stop her car, roll down the window, and proceed to make some snarky comment about how my outfit totally doesn't go with my shoes and how I must have gotten them at the thrift shop. Even though I wear the same fucking shoes everyday.

"Hey loser." My eyes clamped shut, my palms slipping on each other as I tried to act like I didn't notice her. I could hear her snarky little laugh and I could see her abnormally large boobs and small torso clogging up my side view of the sewers.

"Fuck off." I mumbled, just in earshot of Natalie's keen hearing. She laughed, slowly pulling the car up to me, following my long strides.

"She bites!" Holly, Natalie's best friend giggled, her laugh bothering me every second she made the noise. It was a fucking squeaky pickle noise. Just. Shut up.

"Oooh. Nice shoes today. Are they new?" Natalie asked, a smirk evident on her perfect face. I smiled, looking down at my dirt caked converse.

"No." I answered, looking back up at the long sidewalk ahead of me, which now seemed to be miles longer than it was before.

"Oh really? I thought with your rich parents you could get all the clothes you wanted, like designer clothing! Guess I was mistaking your parents for mine!" She laughed, seal noises emitted from her perfect lipstick lips. Or at least they sounded like seal noises to me.

"That's nice. Enjoy your perfect life Natbat." I smirked, turning my head only to see the angry look plastered onto her carefree face. You see, back in second grade, I used to call her Natbat, but I said it like everyday. So of course, she got annoyed. And when we were no longer friends, it just seemed like the perfect weapon. And oh it was.

"See you at school bitch." Natalie commented before speeding off, obviously annoyed by my comment. As she should be. I sighed, collecting myself before taking a few more steps, my long stride weird considering my averageness. Why me? Why pick on me? Just because I was a nerd the first two semesters doesn't mean you need to continue throughout my entire high school life.

I'm normal now! Can't you accept the past and move on. Like I did. I sighed again, kicking a pebble across the cracked sidewalk, watching it roll back and kicking it again and again. Why did life have to be so fucking hard on me?

That's when I saw him. A dark figure leaned on a pole, a messy mop of dark brown curls covering his head. His eyes followed my every movement, like he was studying me for a project, like I was some unknown specimen. I slowly lifted my hand, tipping it back and forth in a form of an awkward hello. My specialty.

He didn't wave back, which was normal. So I continued down the long sidewalk, glancing every so often to find him still watching me, a little closer to me each time.

Then he started walking. Following me. Creeping the shit out of me. I walked a little faster, stuffing my hands in my pockets and wiping them against the denim. I could hear his footsteps behind me and quite frankly I was terrified. Finally, I just turned around, finding him just a couple of meters away, no clear expression on his face.

"What? Why are you watching me? A-and following me?" I stuttered a little, leaning on my back foot as I waited for an answer from the tall stranger. Now that a got a better look at him, he was quite attractive. His green eyes staring down at me, the stubble on his face dark brown and fuzzy looking. He looked like some guy you might find in a catalog. Which made me wonder even more. Why was he following me?

"Because." He answered plainly, his voice lacking any emotion. His deep British accent rung through my ears, making me tingle all over. Probably because us American girls just have something for British guys. Just like they have something for us. Just, not girls like.. Well me.

"Ok, well can you um stop." I looked up at him, worried he could see the clear look of 'falling for your looks' etched into my face. He didn't answer, just stood, his eyes traveling up and down my body, making myself slightly self conscious.

"After you give me your number." He didn't even sugar coat it, not even a flirt, just quite blunt. I stumbled on my feet, losing balance and tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. Next thing you know, I was on my butt, cringing in pain.

This was not normal. An extremely hot guy asking for my number. My number. I looked up at him, squinting because I wasn't sure if he was actually there, or just a figment of my imagination trying to make me feel better.

"M-my n-number?" I stumbled over my words, still on the sidewalk with this tall male towering over me. He nodded sharply, no emotion in his eyes. Damn this guy must take acting classes.

"Um here." I mumbled, scribbling 10 numbers onto a piece of notebook paper, along with my name, just so I don't have to talk anymore. I looked at him, arching an eyebrow.

"Goodbye I guess?" I gave him a questioning look but all he did was nod, Turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

I didn't even know his name and I already felt sexually attracted to this tall male. God I'm desperate.

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A/N: here I introduce you to my main character!

Brinley Feynman!

Nothing new there. Enjoy the story! Next chappie will be up soon!