B 'n' B

Chapter I: The Collision

There's a new student—that's the news traveling fast in the grounds of Branden High. Another student. Another wayward. Another lost soul. The question is: how badass is this student?

There's a loud horn, and the crowd separates for a green Audi. All chatters pause as gazes follow the track of the car. With a toothaching screech, it comes to a halt a mere centimetre or two before the wall. The backseat door opens, and out comes the running president of the student council holding the hand of a cheerleader. They look stressed—who wouldn't when you've just been on a breakneck ride? From the driver's side comes out a beautiful monster.

One look: that's all it will take for you to know that you shall never mess with her. That raven hair, steel blue eyes, leather jacket, combat boots, and that indigo-coated full lips will make any guy hoot. That is if you don't know her; because if you do, you wouldn't dare. One look: that's all it will take for her to make you sweat and nervous, wishing you've never known her at all.

BLAIR'S POV

"I told you to slow down," Blake says through gritting teeth.

"I did. If I wasn't slowing down, we would've arrived in a minute," I retort.

He runs a hand through his hair. "Should I show you around?" he offers, his voice filled with concern.

I shake my head. "Nah. Plus, your girlfriend looks like she's about to start rubbing herself if you won't stick your hotdog inside her soon." I pull off my aviator glasses and raise an eyebrow at Lenis, who scowls and disentangles herself from my brother.

Blake shakes his head while smiling and takes a step forward. He kisses my cheek and directs his girlfriend out of the parking lot.

I'm used to attention, and attention is something I'm receiving so much of right now. They keep their stares on the new student without even an ounce of shame in their systems. I rake my gaze through the gathered crowd. It's the usual scene in a high school: big boned jocks who have their arms around their cheerleader girlfriends, whose waists are size 20; gamers and geeks holding their gadgets out and sharing codes and cheats; and the nerds who stagger under the weight of heavy books. Not finding anything interesting, I sigh. When the students still won't avert their gazes, I grin—one that made 95% of the male population, including the teachers, in my past schools turn to Jello. No bragging, just saying the truth.

"Name's Blair Anderson," I announce as an introduction. Without another word, I leave the parking lot too and find myself looking at a shiny fountain.

There's a naked angel in the middle of the fountain, arms outstretched, palms up, head facing the sky. Whether the angel is praying or asking for help, I have no idea. Either way, he's being mocked by the students standing near the basin. It would've been funnier if the water isn't from his mouth, but instead if he looked like he was peeing.

"Welcome to Branden High," speaks a calm voice. Principal Robins takes a step beside me, looking at our surroundings with amusement. "I heard about your arrival. Don't you think you should slow it down a little?"

I snort. "The President should thank me. I promote the usage of seatbelts, so that any idiot like Lenis will know what seatbelts exist for."

"Well, I appreciate your good intentions," Robins replies.

Just about then, a guy with an owl perched on his shoulder runs, catching the attention of everybody around. I am ready to drool. He has an owl on his shoulder. A real owl on daylight in a school that isn't Hogwarts. The guy is wearing a Hogwarts robe too, and his black hair is shaggy. Beside him is a redheaded guy and a girl with messed up curly hair.