ELI'S P. O. V.
I put my cigarette to my lips and inhaled before removing it and puffing out smoke. I repeated this action while keeping my eye on a chick by the door. She was hot, that's for sure. A bleach blonde in a tight tank top and short skirt? Hell yes I do. I put my cigarette out on the bottom of my boot and casually sauntered over to her. I put my arm around her waist as I approached and smirked confidently. "Hey baby. You waiting for me?" She giggled and looked up at me.
"What if I am?" Too easy.
"Then I guess you've found me." She leaned into me, falling quickly for my bad boy charm.
"And what if I'm not?" I grinned, knowing exactly how to answer.
"Then you're waiting for the wrong man. Come on. Let's head back to my dorm, sexy." She giggled again, then began walking with me.
"Ok... Um..."
"Eli. Eli Bradbury." Her eyes widened and she quickly stepped back.
"Bradbury? Oh no. No no no no no. I've heard too many bad things about what you do to girls. I'm not letting you do that to me, Mr." She turned and started walking off. Damnit. Stupid reputation.
"Baby wait! We can still hook up!" I yelled, but to no avail. She was gone. I groaned and lit another cigarette, leaning against a nearby wall. Usually girls don't ask my name until they need to know what to scream.
"Excuse me?" I heard a small, quiet voice ask. I looked down. Standing in front of me was a small girl, probably only 5' 4". She had long, wavy, chocolate brown hair that fell down to her waist, icy grey-ish blue eyes, and very pale skin. However, I couldn't see much of her skin because it was covered. She was wearing blue jeans, a grey sweatshirt, and black tennis shoes. A schedule was clutched tightly in her left hand and she looked almost scared. I bent down slightly to look at her face.
"What?" I said rudely. How dare this girl interrupt my smoke session. Didn't she know who I was? She flinched at my tone.
"I'm sorry for bothering you. It's just... I'm new here and I was wondering if you knew where the science building was. I'm lost already. But if I'm bothering you, I could ask someone else." Ah. She must be from Ireland, judging by her accent. The way she flinched at just my tone though... I couldn't deny her help. I sighed and put out my cigarette so I wasn't blowing smoke in her face.
"Yeah," I said. "It's right behind you. The tallest building on campus and it has a butterfly painted on the door. Just go the direct opposite direction you're facing and you'll find it." She nodded.
"Ok thank you, Mr..."
"Eli. Just Eli." The girl kept her eyes trained on the ground all through our discussion.
"Eli. Thank you Eli. I'm Anna Murphy, and I'm going to be late if I don't hurry, so it was nice meeting you. Bye." Anna quickly turned and walked off. Huh. Since she had no idea of my reputation, I could probably hook up with her eventually. I'd just have to remember that name. Anna Murphy. Now I had a new target. And I wasn't giving up.
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When Worlds Collide
Teen FictionThe bad boy of the school, Eli Bradbury, has always been seen as a player and a delinquent. He juggles girls like clowns juggle pins. Enter Anna Murphy, the transfer student from Ireland. She suffers from depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies, an...