Falling for the Heart-breaker

The school loser

*Brinley's POV*

I finally had made it to school, thankful of my fantastic running legs, and was on my way to my locker in the downstairs hallway. I brushed past lots of people, most of them not noticing me, the other ones choosing to ignore me. My life is great right?

Finally, my white converse had carried me to my locker, a sigh of relief slipped past my lips as I turned the lock, a click finally emitting from the lock.

Quickly, I grabbed my books for first period, slamming my locker shut and rushing towards math. You could guess who I was trying to avoid, but I was failing. I spotted her seconds before her posy was upon me.

"Is that a tight t-shirt? Slut." Holly commented, her hand on her hip. Murmurs of my slutty outfit choice swept through the large crowd that had gathered around me. My chest throbbed.

"God I wish the world didn't make so many sluts, life would be a whole lot better without people like you." Natalie walked up, her hips swaying as the crowd parted for her to walk through. My chest throbbed again but I swallowed, plastering the fake at smile onto my chapped lips.

"Ya me too. By the way, nice butt shorts, I'm sure your daddy made the principal let you wear those to school." I rolled my eyes, attempting to push through the crowd, only to run into one of the jocks, knocking me clear off my feet. Dazzed, I gazed up, my eyes meeting clear blue ones. I shook it off, standing back up and brushing myself off.

"Butt shorts? These don't even show my butt, your skin tight t-shirt is the problem." She smirked, receiving hoots from the crowd, I glared at the jock I ran into, turning back to face the queen bee.

"Well then that's your problem. I don't give a shit." I shoved her over, causing her heel to snap and her body to cal apse onto the ground. She screamed bloody murder but I just kept walking. She couldn't do anything to me. Nothing physical.

"I swear to god Brinley Feynman! I will fucking bash your skull in! These were designer! Do you know what designer means? It-" I cut her off, stating clearly and slowly, the true definition of designer.

"Designer: noun. 1.

a person who plans the form, look, or workings of something before its being made or built, typically by drawing it in detail.

"he's one of the world's leading car designers"

synonyms: creator, planner, deviser, inventor, originator; More

couturier, tailor, dressmaker

made by or having the expensive sophistication of a famous and prestigious fashion designer.

modifier noun: designer

"a designer label"

upscale and fashionable.

"designer food"

You could say it had a lot of time on my hands since I had no friends, lots more time to cry over useless needs too.

Everyone stared at me, shock evident on there faces. All except Natalie. She smiled, walking over to me. She was taller than me, by a lot, even without heels. Her breath stunk but I coped with it.

"No one cares. Shove it up your asshole Brinley." She smirked, flicking me with her fake nails. I cringed, stumbling back slightly but still on my feet. Flicking her off while her head was turned, I bolted to math, making it just before the bell.

"Ms. Feynman. You're nearly a minute late. Get to your seat before I write you up." My math teacher, Mr. Silvia spoke harshly, returning to her board work. But I didn't pay attention. Not at all the whole period. My mind was astray thinking about that tall dark man and his piercing green eyes.