My Fake Boyfriend

Chapter 7

Blair's POV:

I walked down the hall, alone, heading towards my locker when I came in contact with someone, causing all of my papers to fly out of my binder, falling to the floor. Shit.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Said the person I bumped into. I looked up and saw a boy with chocolate brown, straight hair that was gelled to perfection. He was a preppy Brit.

"No its fine." I said while helping pick up all of my papers that fell out.

"I was just trying to find my way through this confusing school." He said, with his fancy British accent. I had to admit, he was hot.

"I can help you find your way?" I said, saying it more like a question.

"That would be lovely." He said. Lovely? Weird.

"Cool. Can I see your schedule?" I ask him.

"Woah. I just met you and you practically already want to stalk me." He smirks.

"Shut up. I meant, can I see your schedule so that I can guide you to your next class." I tell him.

"I'm joking. And yes, here." He says, handing me his schedule.

"Oh you have second period World Geography with Mrs. Peterson, just like me. This way." I say, leading him to Mrs.Peterson's class.

I walk in, greeted by a smiling Mrs. Peterson, even though I was 30 seconds late to class. She loved me; I was a teacher's pet.

"Good morning Mrs.Peterson. I'm sorry I'm late. I was just showing the new student to his classroom. By the way, did you get a new blouse. Very pretty." I suck up to her.

"Good morning to you too Miss Schultz. And yes I did get a new blouse. Thank you for the compliment. What is your name sweetie?" Mrs. Peterson asks the new kid.

"My name is Dalton. It is so lovely to meet you." He says with his British accent, causing all the girls in the class to practically swoon over him, drooling with their mouths wide open, staring in a daze at Dalton.

"Why, so polite." She says, taken aback. He shakes her hand and goes to sit in his new seat, which was next to me.

The girls never cut their gaze from him the entire class period. It got pretty annoying after a while, being forced to pass love notes to him from every girl in the class.

When the bell rang, I walked to my locker and put my binder away. Finally, lunch. Asher spotted me and walked over, smiling.

"You're late, idiot." I say while smiling.

"Haha I'm sorry Your Majesty." He says, in a mocking tone while bowing.

"Speaking of royalty, did you see the new kid from England?" I ask him.

"Oh. Him." He said in a disgusted tone.

"Whats wrong with him?" I say, mocking the way he said the word 'him'.

"Just look at him. He's enjoying the girls. He's obviously a stuck up jerk who thinks he's all that." Asher says, pointing to Dalton.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are jealous." I say while smirking.

"Of him? No way. He's obviously using those girls for sex." He says.

"He's actually pretty nice." I tell him.

"Oh gosh not you too. Stay away from him." He demands.

"Why should I listen to you?" I ask him, challenging him.