Ben Judson. The 16 year old who lost his brother when he was only a small little boy. Nothing had changed much since Keaton passed. They still didn't have much money, His mom was still sweet as sugar and his dad was still the same old kind but hard...
(Hot ass Brookline Hamilton...somewhere on the screen)
. . . . . I walk through those evil double doors with my head held high and my bag slung over my shoulder. I aroid there for a second, taking it all in. Enjoying the aroma of f*cking human pests that actually smell like trash.
Okay so I wasn't enjoying it. At all. But just as I was about to move from my stance, I was shoved really hard from behind. I gasp and fall forward, just to be trampled over for the first time in my high school experience. And I've only been here for like..45 seconds!
I shook it off and looked at my locker directions. I quickly found the gray book holder and tried the combination. You'd think that perfect boy Bennet Judson would get it first try, right? Let's not kid ourselves..no one thought I'd actually do anything right.
And they're extremely correct about that! Because I failed...at opening a locker... I'm that stupid.
I tried. And I tried. And tried. Again and again and again. I tried 14 times before the bitch beside me couldn't keep his chuckles in.
When I heard the first chuckle, I ignored. Then they kept coming so I looked over. And let me tell you what I saw when I looked over.
He had to be over 6 feet tall. Brown hair. Green eyes. F*ck me upside down, Jesus Christ. He was built for the gods. Pretty sure I was drooling.
He was wearing a tank top with the schools name on it and normal jeans. I didn't know who he was, or why he was giggling at my locker. But he was HOT.
After trying my luck on the locker one more time, I finally gave up. "Here, let me see your combo" the guy beside me said, his hand outstretched. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. Let him see my what?! "Your locker combination" he laughs softly and shakes his head.
I reluctantly hand it to him and he looks at it. He studies it for way too long and mumbles stuff like "mhm" or "I see" after about 3 minutes, he looks up at me. "I've come to a conclusion".
"Okay...?"
"That's not your locker" he smirks.
"What? Of course that's my locker. It says it on the directions!" I grab the paper from him that had the directions and combination. I read the directions aloud and stop. "15th on the right...this is 14..." I look up at him.
He laughs and moves me out of the way. "This is my locker, actually. But lucky for you, I'm still by your locker" he winks at me and I feel that weird feeling in my toes.
He walks away with a smug smirk after putting his things away and getting what he needs. I open my own locker and do the same.
I didn't get 7 steps before someone ran up to me. She looked to be about a junior. Tall. Blonde. Gorgeous. So I wasn't sure why she was talking to me. "You know Brookline?" She asks hurriedly.
"Um... What?"
"You were just talking to the hottest football player in the county! Did he say anything about me?"
"Football what?", I deadpan and look at her.
Great.. The boy that just made me frazzle dazzled is one of those I was trying to avoid..great.
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