Mr. Player

Chapter Twenty Four - We're as Cliche as Twilight

Chapter Twenty Four - We're as Cliche as Twilight

"Thank you Sir, I won't let you down." I thanked, nodding my head towards the ink printed sheet that I held in my hands which was my extra credit.

"I know you won't Alexandra. I'm just glad to see that you didn't make a habit of those detentions." My English teachers half smile made me want to roll my eyes but I restrained the urge.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Thanks again." I muttered turning on my heel and walking towards the classroom door.

The sound of my leather and soled heel chattered against the boards of the corridor. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his presence so I immediately stopped and soon enough his extremely fit body collided with the back of mine.

"I quite like this position." He muttered when his body was quite close to mine before he pulled away and composed himself.

"Hey Brooks." I said in a cheerful mood, crushing the side of my extra credit paper in my hand as it made a fist.

"Al." He breathed, pure affection humming from the way his said my name.

"I never made the grand gesture." He announced when I was now facing him. It was period three and Luke's shabby uniform left a lot to be desired for edict. Below his eyes a purple shading which I assumed to be from the act of deprivation from sleep. Maybe something was on his mind.

"What grand gesture?" I asked, trying to think of all the things that could possibly be worrying him. Maybe his exams or maybe his dog is sick thats worrying him?

"To ask you to formal. Every one, including us just assumed we were going together because you're my girlfriend." It was never getting old. Each time he called me his girlfriend he said it with such care as though it were delicate.

"So here I am, making the grand gesture." I looked at him puzzled for a moment before a crowd of people surrounded us and music started to play as everyone began to dance in the rehearsed movements.

I stood in awe, watching the flash mob from around me. I lost Brooks in the crowd but it didn't matter because he did this all for me. Someone pulled me into dance but I politely shrugged them off.

"You said you-" It's not that his words were cut off, just with all the loud music his words were drowned out by the chorus of an unfamiliar yet extremely dance worthy song.

"What?" I called out as I pushed through the swarms of people. I knew Brooks had sources so it wouldnt have been a big issue get this set up but I had to admit, I feel in love with the whole idea.

"You said that you wanted your life to be like a movie so here I am to make the whole day cheesy for you." He smirked as he repeated his words.

His warm fingers laced with mine and my heart leapt. Thumping away, I tried to hear Brooks as he descended onto one knee.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, taking note of all the people were staring yet continued to dance.

"Shut up, you are ruining my moment." He joked before composing himself.

"Will you, Al Binks, allow me, Luke Brooks to have the honour of taking you to formal?" He requested politely and articulately, wearing his best smile.

"Yes you baboon." I said using laughing as a defense force for crying. No boy has ever gone to such a length to even remember my name let alone ask me to formal.

When I was fourteen I wouldn't have imagined having a date to formal. Never in my wildest dreams. Let alone having the date with Brooks, the most gorgeous guy ever. With his chiseled abs and perfectly structured jaw line, it was apparent that I would be swooning at any moment tonight.