A Chance Worth Taking

Chapter Four Everybody Wins

~ "I love meeting new people; I think everyone has a story to tell. We should all listen sometimes." ~ Kim Smith

Chapter Four

Everybody Wins

Brooke's POV

"So I'll walk you guys to the office and if you need anything, directions, somewhere to sit at lunch, anything at all just ask." Gilly says sweetly. I nod and continue looking around the building. It's really something else. It looks like it should be a private school in Switzerland, not a public school in North Dakota.

Gilly talks all about how much we'll like it here. She's so nice and super talkative. By the time we've reached the office I've learned that she's a junior like me, but unlike me she's class president, a track runner, a soccer player, and a straight A student.

I dropped things after my dad was gone, sports included. There was no one to push me to be the best I could be. Let's just say I have a lot more free time lately.

"So this is the main office," She says, holding the door open for me.

"Thanks for everything." I say and I mean it. She smiles brightly and pushes her blond hair out of her eyes.

"No problem. Oh, and there's tryouts for soccer team on Thursday, you should come." She offers.

I laugh a little. I've always been athletic. Who knows, maybe a sport would be a good distraction. I could even make some new friends. "Maybe..." I trail off as I see Harry walking down the hall.

Gilly turns her head to see what I'm looking at and smiles sadly. "Don't waste your time, he's not that bad a guy, but every girl in school is after him. Being a great the star soccer player and a trick motorcyclist has its perks."

A trick motorcyclist? Harry and I have something in common after all.

I'm about to tell her that I'm not interested, but she doesn't give me the chance.

"Well, see you Thursday, or later or something," She smiles and waves at Tommy, "Bye."

I can't help, but notice how Harry's eyes follow her as she walks away.

Ten minutes later I'm almost done filling out our paper work. Tommy is sitting not so patiently and reading a comic book. I'm signing the last paper when the office door bursts open. I jump a bit as a boy rushes in looking a bit flustered. I can't help giving him a once over. He's definitely fit. His blond hair is a bit disheveled. He looks around while he waits for one of the women to come out of the back room to help him. He catches me looking at him and smirks.

I blush and turn back to the papers. He has really nice eyes. When I look back up and he's still staring at me.

"Brookey are you done yet?" Tommy whines.

"Um, y-yeah. I am." I say quickly turning my attention from the boy to Tommy.

"Well go give them to the lady so we can go." He says impatiently. I laugh quietly.

"No need to sound so excited." I say sarcastically. Tommy sticks his tongue out at me and I return the childish gesture. I walk over to the desk, but the lady still hasn't returned. I stand awkwardly next to the boy who's leaning against the desk, not really sure what to do. There was a time where I would have tried to start a conversation and even flirt a bit. Not today.

Most guys would have said something to save themselves from such an awkward situation by now, but not this guy. He just stood there calmly keeping eye contact. After a minute I couldn't take the silence. I'm about to say something, anything, to make this less uncomfortable. Thankfully, I don't have to.

The old women who works in the office comes back into view. Mrs. Faultner I think.

"Are you done with those paper sweetheart?" She says to me.

"Yes thank you." I hand her the forms quickly.

"I'll go print off your schedules." She turns her attention to the boy, "I'll be right with you dear." He smiles charmingly.

"Take your time Mrs. Faultner." He says as she shuffles off. He clearly knows her. I walk back and sit down next to Tommy feeling relieved.

"I'm Niall." I look up startled. It takes me a minute to realize that the boy is talking to me and another minute to respond. Goodness I'm slow today.

"I'm Brooke and that my brother Tommy." I say gesturing to my brother who is too engrossed in his comic book to respond.

"You're new here." He says. Its not a question. "I would've remembered if I'd seen you before."

I'm spared having to respond, because Mrs. Faultner is back. Thank goodness. That women has great timing.

"It's printing, but it will take just a minute." She tells us. "So how can I help you this morning Mr. Horan?" Niall chuckles.

"Actually I just need a pass to first hour, for being late." He says smoothly.

"Do you have a note?" She asks suspiciously.

"Not exactly."

She sighs. "Niall you and I both know you cannot afford to have anymore tardies or you will be suspended from the soccer team. We both also know that our soccer team can't afford to loose any of it's star players." She says darkly.

Niall grins, "That's why I need the pass." He says cheekily. Mrs. Faultner sighs exasperatedly.

"How about this, I'll write a note to your first hour teacher excusing you, if you show Mrs. Jacobs and her brother to their classes today. Everybody wins."

Niall looks back at me and I try to pretend that I haven't been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Deal."

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