Busker Boy

School time

Walking into room 23 for English with Mr Barr I slump into a thin wooden chair with steel that framed around the edges. I look to my right, Ivy a popular slut with her ass on Josh Colones desk her fingers twirl on his arm as she gives out a loud obnoxious giggle. And to my left Bradon Walter rocking back on his chair hiding his phone under the table. Wait, Brandon, Brandon Walter is in my English class, Brandon Walter is at my school. My eyes widen and my eyes pivot to my left. Holy shit why is he here!? I turn my head to face him and he looks up at me starring into my hazel eyes. He gives me a half grin and looks back down at his phone. I whisper "what the fuck are you doing here!?" He looks back up at me "getting an education and sitting next to my baby cakes" I blush a wild red and fling my self back to facing the board. "Don't talk to me!" It was just as worse having to deal with him out of school now in school!. I pick up a pen and start clicking it, I'm so agitated I can't stop moving. "Ow!" All of a sudden Brandon flings a rubber band into my arm. "Violet Stone! Do you want to answer all these questions seeing that your paying such good attention!" Mr Barr shouts, his nostrils flaring wide open. "No sir" "than stop distracting the class and start doing your work or else I'll get you to write out a 2000 page on ways to be well mannered!" He sighs and starts to talk again, Ella turns around and gives me that suck shit haha look. I lean forward and whisper "piss off!" Ella has been my best friend since the start of this hell hole all the way up to now which is grade 11. We love to mess with each other but despite all that I love her and we get along really well. Ella is a beautiful girl with long straight brown hair, blue eyes and she's super fit. Even though she wears clunky chunky black glasses if she didn't wear them she would just be another pretty girl with nothing unique about her appearance. Class ends, I pack up my books and walk out that door at the speed of light. Ella scrambles up to me, "girl! Who's the new hot guy in class?" "I don't know and I don't want to talk about it" "babe you always wanna talk about boys! I know you two know each other from somewhere I could see it on your face!" "Ok fine I know him and that's it final don't wanna talk about it" Ella does this every time I interact with a guy, that's why I never like to talk to them around her. "Well ok anyways, are you coming to that party this Friday night?" "Of course I am els what the fuck do you think I am?" Els is Ella's little nickname that I've always given her. After school I get a text from Brandon.

Text reads:
Brandon: behind you

I look around to see Brandon walking up to me. Well fuck, great just great. "Hey baby cakes" "why are you here! At my school!" "Literally it was a coincidence" I stop and look at his face looking at all the little details. "Sure what ever" "I've made friends with these guys, Jarred, Brad, Jake". Are you kidding me, first day and Brandon's made friends with the most popular guys in the school. "Good for you"
I try to walk away, speeding up but he's too fast. I don't want to talk to him and I don't want him in my life. "You should come to the house party on Friday night" he already knows about the house party and he thinks I don't know about it, and also now I don't want to go. "No I don't want to" again I speed up my walking pace. "I'd love to see you there" I blush at the fact he just said that to me. "You wouldn't want another girl stealing me away from you". I stop again I don't know why but that comment made me angry as ever. "If you really loved me you would never think of another girl!" I yell at him. "Oh now you think I love you!?" "Well you sure fucking sound like it! Baby cakes!" I get even more agitated. "Your even hotter when your angry". Tears swell in my eyes and he realises. "A,are you crying?!" Before I can wipe away my tears he grabs my wrist and pulls me in hugging me close. "I'm sorry I made you cry" I push away, I can see in his eyes that he really meant it and that he hated seeing me cry. I'm not giving him sympathy so I walk away and don't look back he doesn't follow me, part of me wants him to but the other part doesn't. I don't like him, I don't love him, and I never will.

It's Friday night. Will Violet go to the party? What will happen? Keep updated for the next part of Busker Boy. :D