Pink Princess (OLD VERSION)

6 || Chemistry

6 || Chemistry

Day two and I've already heard more about the mysterious new guy than I've heard about actual school related topics. By now, I'm ready to see him myself.

"He's this and that," I slam my locker harder than necessary. "If I hear that one more time..."

"He's so hot." A trio of gangly freshman stroll by.

"And he's a senior too. Imagine if one of us landed him." They giggle and I explode.

"Shut up! You guys are like five ok?!" I tower over them and scowl menacingly. They shrink back.

"Sorry," one mutters and they practically sprint away. Ivy shakes her head at me.

"Scaring freshman? Nice."

"I'm just so tired of everyone swooning over this new guy when there are more important issues. Like, did you hear that they're taking the pink strawberry shakes off the menu at McDonalds?"

"Oh no, the horror," she remarks dryly.

"Now I can't even eat at McDonalds anymore!"

"You'll be fine," she says just as Nikole and Chanel come to a running stop in front of us.

"Who's chasing you?" I raise a brow.

"No one! It's the new guy," Nikole pants out of breath. "I saw him!"

Ivy rolls her eyes. "Careful. Aubrey just blew up at some freshman when they were talking about him."

"Don't you have a boyfriend Nikole?" I ask pointedly.

"I do but I can't help it if other guys are super attractive with super attractive accents!"

"You guys have to see him!" Chanel bounces on her toes.

Ivy and I share a glance. We're the only two girls in this entire school that haven't been swept up in this new guy fever.

"Fine. Take us to him. Let's see who has the school in a frenzy."

"Last I saw he was out at the quad. Come on! There's still ten minutes before class starts!" Chanel grabs my wrists and I grab Ivy while Nikole skips ahead. The closer we get the more I see swooning girls everywhere.

This is absolutely ridiculous. How can one guy cause this much commotion?

"Excuse us!" Nikole pushes through the crowd. The quad is usually packed but today it seems the entire school has gathered here.

"This better be good," Ivy grumbles.

We reach the front of the crowd. "So where is he?"

"There," Chanel points and Ivy and I swivel our heads in that direction.

I swear the wind is knocked out of me.

It's him. The sexy jerk.

He's the new guy. He's not a tourist.

He's a student here.

Every time I see him he only gets better looking. Right now he has on a navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and dark wash jeans with a chain looped around it. His sneakers are scuffed and his curly hair is pushed back with a bandana.

Of course Britney has already sunk her claws in him, and is shamelessly flirting with him while using her minions to keep the other girls at bay. Still, his eyes wander about, not really paying attention to her.

Then they lock on me.

I stare. I can't help it. My mouth parts open slightly. My gaze is glued to his. He's the predator and I'm his prey.