Chased by Mr. Popular - A bet gone wrong?

Chapter 1 - Naomi's p.o.v.

"Hey Naomi, wait up!"

Is that? It couldn't possibly be him, right?

He would never speak to me, especially not like this; in the hallway, that is, in public.

So imagine my surprise when it is in fact him calling me as I turn around.

There he is, standing in the middle of the hallway, with every girls eyes on him, still looking confident with a gigantic smirk on his face.

I wasn't able to think of any reason why he would call me.

Perhaps he wanted to get some answers for the asignment we just got?

I'm not many things you know, but at least, I'm smart.

No way.

He would get them easily from any nerd, someone hoping at a chance of glory.

Just by giving him something as stupid as the answers to a test or asignment, people often feel honered and hope they will be remembered or even thanked by him.

Ofcourse, that never actually happens.

I must have had a confused look on my face, because he then said hello, again, probably hoping to get a response.

"Right." I said out loud "Hey."

It sounded a hundred times more stupid when I said it, since I tried to make it sound cool and I don't do cool, ever.

I felt quite embarrassed and didn't really know how to act.

At first I looked right at him and caught myself staring into his eyes.

As much as I hated myself for it, I just couldn't help noticing his beauty.

He had a very masculine body, was about six feet tall, had short, dark hair and the colour of his eyes was something between blue and green.

He was the typical popular guy, predicted to be our promking and expected to date the hottest girl in school.

Let me give you a small hint: that girl wasn't me.

It's not like I wanted to be that girl anyways.

At least that's what I tell myself, so reality wouldn't have to give me a wake up call instead.

Even if he is the biggest jerk I know, I wouldn't be able to deny that he is also the most handsome jerk I know.

Ofcourse I would never let him know that.

"So..." i said shortly, as if I'm not really interested in our conversation.

Though, on the inside, I'm dying to know the meaning of this unexpected event.

"Yeah look, I wanted to ask you something. Do you have any plans this Friday evening?"

Well, I did not see that coming.

Why would he possibly ask me that?

I bet he thinks I don't have any plans at all.

"Well actually, yes I do."

Just to be clear; no, I don't.

At this point, I seem to have suprised him.

The people who are with us in the hallway, are all focused and listening to our little chat as well.

He seems to notice it too, but then again, he must be used to this kind of attention.

"Okay." he says with a semi frustrated look on his face.