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Blue Circle

Author: most_bay 

Title: Blue Circle

The new boy in school is from England... So what?

For a month, he'd been playing hard to get. He didn't spare a look at the girls who swooned over him. He just avoided everyone and preferred his sketchbook. He didn't even eat lunch with us. Instead, he brought his gourmet food with him. Something about his attitude was screaming 'stuck up jerk!'

Sure, he was tall dark and handsome. He had those pretty dark eyes and a gorgeous mess of golden-brown hair. His British accent made every girl in school drool over his classic charm, but it was obvious he thought he was better than everyone.

I hate arrogant guys. They get on my nerves!

"Hey! Mister English Guy. You're living on earth with us?"

That was the first thing I told him since he'd moved here. His snobby silence annoyed me. I mean, who did he think he was? He was just a guy. And guys, never ignored me. Me, Chastain Morris, a.k.a. ' Queen of Campus'. Not one guy in this school hadn't dreamed of dating me. I didn't like to brag but I was sort of the town's beauty queen.

Mr. Uppity slowly lifted his confused eyes to look at me. They were beautiful and expressive, but this wasn't going to get to me. I was on a mission to knock him down to size as I promised Dana and Lydia, who were watching me from afar. I was doing this on behalf of womankind.

"Excuse me?" He said. His tone was deep and hoarse and it didn't match his lanky exterior. His voice was really... Ahem! nice!

"You know I'm talking to you, so don't play dumb." I narrowed my eyes, hands on my hips.

"Do I know you? What are you talking about?" He dropped his pencil and crossed his arms over his plaid shirt, his thick brows knitting together.

I snorted. "You don't know who I am? I'm Chastain Morris. Head of the cheerleading squad. I practically keep this school together."

He blinked once, staring with the same confusion. "Brim," he said.

"What?"

"My name is Brim. Brimley Watson," he clarified with a blank expression.

"Yeah, I know that."

Of course, I knew his full, snobbish, overly British name. 'Brim' sounded much better, but I didn't tell him that.

"You going to tell me what you want, so I can get back to my work?" He asked. He tilted his head up to look at me, then turned and pulled a bottle of water from his backpack. He knocked down half of the water, and wiped his mouth.

The casual gesture irritated me. Was he doing this to mock me? Was he trying to tell me he had more important things to do? Ugh!

Not needing an invitation, I slumped on the bench next to him and crossed one leg over the other.

His brows flew up in a 'what's-wrong-with-you?' expression.

"Okay. Let me get this straight. You really should cut it out. Coming from a 'Kingdom' doesn't mean you can act like a king, alright?" I glared at him.

His eyes widened. His thick hair glistened in the sun as he raked it with his fingers. "What the hell is going on? Are you pulling a bloody prank?"

I huffed, holding up a hand to his pretty face. "Listen. It's this kind of attitude that gave you the bad reputation. Walking around with your nose in the air won't help you fit in here. So let me give you a healthy piece of advice. Don't act like you're better than everyone, cause you're not. "