Blake's P.O.V.
"Ah ha, Fresh meat." I thought as I walked into the feeding grounds, I mean school. Who am I kidding? This school is a feeding ground for me. I'm the school's player and this school has a lot to be played with. I smirked. I wouldn't ever be played because I won't ever fall in love. I'm not only charming and handsome and amazing and... Wait what were we talking about again, I got entranced by my own awsomeness? Oh yeah. I'm smart too.
I winked at a pretty, blonde girl as I walked past and she smiled and blushed. She was hot. I smirked as I thought about all the girls I could have this year. I'm a player and nobody's gonna change that. Who needs love?
I met my group of friends at my locker. There was 6 of u all together and we had been friends for years. Barely anyone could get in our group but there's no denying that we're popular. There's Jay and Sam (Samantha) the blonde haired, blue eyed twins who were the pranksters/ comedians of the school. There's Chase and Dan, they're a couple (yes they're gay but if anyone bullies them they regret it) who are basically the most adorable couple in school and finally there's Mike. Out of them all, I'm closest to him. We're best friends but love each other like brothers.
Mike and me were destined to be friends even before we were born. Our mothers, who were both 17 at the time, knew eachother briefly at school but when they both got pregnant and became social outcasts they built a friendship on a mutual understanding of eachother's situations. They had gotten pregnant at the same party and had both gone into labour on the same day. I was born first and 2 hours later Mike came into the world. He was always the weaker one but I was like a big brother who's rush in to protect him. Our mothers often joked that I'd been born first so I could scope out the world before Mike came to make sure he'd be safe. We'd all laugh, except for Mike who'd grumble about how even his mum thought he was inferior but he'd never hold a grudge.
I was tugged from my thoughts by a loud, nasally voice. Oh god no. I turned around and sure enough there stood our schools version of the preps in all their orange glory. They all looked alike and it was pretty creepy. Like really bad versions of barbie dolls. Most of them were bleach blonde and wore skirts that looked like they had belonged to dolls but shrunk in the washing machine. It was kind of revolting how much skin showed.How can they make a uniform look slutty? It's unbelievable.
Tiffany, the leader of the oranges, spoke up, "Hey Blake." She started doing some wierd things with her eyes. I was slightly worried she was having some sort of seizure. How many times do you really need to bat your eyes? It's not as attractive as you think.
"Hey." I responded in a monotone hoping she'd get the message. Obviously she was dumber than she looked because she didn't leave.
"Wanna hang out some time?" She giggled, "I'm having a party on friday night."
"Maybe." I replied and she left. Thank god she's gone. I hate the girl. She's a bully and the one thing I can't stand is bullies. My point was proven when she walked over to a tiny looking girl and started taunting her. I'm wasn't letting her get away with it so I walked over ready to tell her off.
