Refusing to be Popular (previously "Addie")

CH. 1 - Meeting Mr. Gorgeous

CH. 1 - Meeting Mr. Gorgeous

I stood still, in awe of this super hot guy standing on my doorstep. He definitely doesn't go to Carlton High School, I would have noticed him for sure. I'm 100% positive. So he's new to the area then-

"Uhm... Hello?" He moves his hand to grab his oh-so-perfect jawline, scratching his super hot 5:00 shadow, looks down and kicks one of his black Vans lightly against the pavement, then slowly looks back up to make eye contact with me. That smolder must have gotten him all the girls wherever he last lived.

I must be drooling. He's wearing fitting khakis with a simple black OBEY sweatshirt, and a New York Yankees snapback. Perfect olive skin, deep speckled brown eyes, blinding white perfectly straightened teeth, and oh that smile and smirk..He has this sexy natural brown hairstyle, the kind that hangs straight down but swishes and flips to the side all the way around, and he could just swing his neck to make it all swish and- I realize I never said 'Hi' back- damn it. Now I probably look like a dumb blonde that was so lost in his appearance that I couldn't even talk!

"Hey!" I say, a little too cheerily all of the sudden. "I'm Addie. Do you need something? And we don't buy, like, Boy Scout Popcorn or anything so, I mean, if that's what you're here for, too, uh, sell something...." as my voice trails off, I make a mental note to not ask hottie 16 year olds if they're Boy Scouts. Dipshit. Honestly, why does he make me so nervous!?

The hot guy on my doorstep lets out a small awkward laugh, looks down and back up, giving me another smolder look. I'm basically dying inside- and them he says to me, "Uh... I'm not a Boy Scout ... Addie... but I'm new here, just moved in next door..."

"Oh my God! Really? That's sweet, there's, like, no hot guys here so it's good that you're hot-" I stop myself, blushing and thinking, holy fuck. I just told this stranger that he was hot, and I don't even know his name. LOL at my life.

"So what's your name?" I stammer as I try to change the subject.

The hottie tries to hide his laugh from my recent confession as to how I feel about his appearance and smirks while saying, "Brandon."

Well hot damn Brandon, congratulations on looking like a mixture of all the hottest celebs like Dave Franco and Adam Levine and Ryan Gosling-

And my train of thought is interrupted when a gorgeous woman starts walking up to my front door behind Brandon, I'm assuming it's his mother. She hurries over, once she sees I noticed her, waving and holding a cake or something.

"Hellooo!" The beautiful model-like woman walks up the steps, in what look like 5 inch velvety heels that narrows into the smallest golden spike I've ever seen- with a gorgeous creamy-ivory beaded dress to match, that fits her petite body perfectly, and a small black silk shawl. She accessorizes with a huge strand of black pearls and black pearl earrings, and she genuinely looks like a Coco Chanel mannequin that stepped out of the showcase. She's so glamorous and I hope I'll have that much class some day.

As she perfectly walks up the last step in those extreme heels, she hands me the small lemon meringue cake she has brought with. "Here you are darling, how nice it is to meet you! My name is Cece- Cecelia in full, but it just makes me feels old, you know?" She genuinely smiles at me and turns to Brandon, "Brandon did you introduce yourself yet?"

Brandon sighs and looks down, "Yeah Mom."

"And did you tell- I'm sorry dear, I never got your name!" Cecelia or Cece exclaims.

"I'm Addie." I say with a smile.

"Nice to meet you Addie, you're a gorgeous young girl! What grade are you in? I'm assuming you go to Carlton? Brandon's going to be going there within the next week!"

"Really.." I say, eyeing his gorgeous, ripped, contracting muscles as he reaches his arm up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Yes he is! And we actually wanted to come over and meet our neighbors, we just moved into the gorgeous manor right over there!"

At this point, my mom starts calling me, more like threatening me, to come help her with the ceiling fan.

"Please come in, Cece and Brandon." I say as politely as possible, "And take a seat right over there." as I motion to our huge living area. The living room is furnished with gorgeous cream sofas studded with delicate golden pyramids, a huge Indian floor rug, and gold accents on every item in the mostly white room except the enormous chandelier that boasts pure Swarovski crystals dangling in different layers and directions- I used to love laying on our white bear rug and just staring up at it, sparkling and twinkling.

As I excuse myself from the room, I walk like a normal person up the stairs to find my mom.

"We have guests.." I tell her, and she cheerily drops that ceiling fan, causing a loud clanking noise. What the hell?

"Race ya down!" My mom yells, sprinting out of the exercise room and down the banister as I stand still, shaking my head at how childish my mother can be. I exit the room, not wanting to walk back downstairs to meet Brandon the hot Boy Scout. What is wrong with me.

But once I jump off the last stair, I turn the corner to see my mom and CeCe giving each other the death glare in the gorgeous living room- and look to Brandon, who is equally shocked. I mouth 'what happened?' to him, but before I can see what he answers, my mom says, "CeCe, please see yourself out of my house."

And drags me out of the room.

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