YOU AND I

YOUR EFFECT ON ME

"Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he'd stop doing that."
-E.L. James

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CHAPTER 2
YOUR EFFECT ON ME

Brett's POV:-

She was perfect. In every sense, she was breathtaking. I was watching her silently as her eyes roamed all around the classroom, taking everybody and everything in. I was taking her in, her innocent face, a small button nose, eyes wide and the sexiest lips. She was completely and utterly perfect. Her eye colour was looking like light brown but I wasn't sure.

Her gaze suddenly settled on me and the little smile on my face changed with a scowl. I saw the wheels turning in her head and just knew she also thought of me as a so called bad boy. I did not like it one bit, the way everyone stereotyped me and everyone else. It felt like they were not happy with themselves and that's why they just made a myth about someone's personality.

She made a face seeing my scowl and I broke into a full blown grin. Her face turned into a dumbfounded one. She was cute that was just final but I wanted to know her head, I wanted to be invited in her head.

I was watching her till the very end of the lecture and first time in history I was not happy that the bell rang. I got up eventually after her departure, picking my stuff to go to my locker.

I reached there and I saw the same girl from class. She turned around after taking her books and smiled a little to more like herself when she saw me.

I saw Jones coming towards me from somewhere behind her and didn't wanted to again go to Coach just to say no for joining the team. I was in the team before hell broke loose. I quited but once in almost every month Coach would send Jones to make me join.

I shook my head getting rid of those thoughts and sat on one of the last seats. I plugged in my ear plugs and started a song tuning out the rest of the world for at least a while.

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I drove around the area after school, I didn't really fancy going home that much. I was on a high speed which for me was moderate because I loved the adrenaline rush that surged through me while speeding, it was perfectly soothing for me.

When I knew I just had to go back home, not because of some shitty rule of not reaching home late but for my mum as I just had to check up on her and also to ask about the whereabouts of my sperm donor which normally people would call father.

Mary, our cook opened the door. I smiled at her and went to change up to my room. In the way, Phillip my six years old brother ran towards me as though he haven't seen me in ages.

I have in total eight brothers, a mother and a father who never treated me as a son but always a problem for his life style and work.

"Brettie can you please make a poptart for me." He asked in an overly dramatic tone giving me his 'you can't say no to my pretty puppy dog eyes' all the while hanging at my leg like a leech. A very parasitic leech.

"Anything else Mr. Hartwell?" I asked sarcastically, bending my body to bow at him.

"No, nothing else although I think you can make a chocolate shake with ice cream on top for me later." He gave me a sheepish smile.

"Ok, but first tell me where's mum?"

"Last time I saw her she was in the her study." Phil answered and ran upstairs probably to joey's bedroom.