☀ Not your type ☀

Chapter 2 ♬

 This may sound like a lot, but I could feel my mind and heart having a conversation. It was somewhere along the lines of "This has to be the one, she doesn't need anyone else like jesus- look at him" "But what if he's not as perfect as he looks?" "Look at his face- who cares if he has a shit personality he would have beautiful children" "They would be angel babies" "ANGEL BABIESSSSS!" I breathed in. 'Don't screw this up Alli.' I tried to stay chill, but my heart was doing somersaults and my head was pounding. Blood was rushing through my body, through my cheeks. I could feel the heat on my face. 'Stop fucking blushing you dumb girl.'

But seriously, I felt like I had just lost all gravity, and I was just floating in space- so high. I had never felt like this before. Then, he turned and looked at me. He had blue eyes so deep that even the ocean was jealous. He had soft pink lips- and tan gorgeous skin. Light brown fluffy hair. He wore a baggy skateboard brand sweater and ripped jeans. He had his hat in his hand, and he... was staring at me. 'Oh my god I'm just standing here like a fucking idiot and hes been looking at me this whole time. He thinks I'm a creep now.'

"Hellooo?" Oh my god his voice, it was deep yet gentle. God, hes so pretty. Such pretty boy.

"I'm- jesus- I'm sorry. You reminded me of someone- that's why I zoned out- not like I zoned out- because I didnt, I mean I did.. But-" I stopped myself and took in a breath. He laughed. He laughed at me. Or maybe because of me. I laughed too, and he smiled at me. 'He's chill. Okay we're in the safe zone now. Unless maybe he just gets this alot- of course. Hes used to this. He's probably a player what are you doing Allison?'

"Its fine, really...um, what's your name?" He paused, then smiled again. "Why don't I know you? Are you new or something?" And my day instantly got better. He had no clue who I was. No idea what I had gone through. It was a blank slate.

"Allison, My names Allison. But most people just call me Alli-" His face dropped. 'Shit shit shit what did I do?' He looked down, then smiled at me weakly.

"Right, you're the new kid from New york.. I um- I'm sorry about your uh- situation.." And of course, just when I thought I was ok. He did know. I breathed in.

"Does everybody know?" Silence. He nodded, slowly. Cautiously. 'Great, nobody's gonna talk to me now that they know all this shit. Because they're scared. Nobody knows what to say to a girl with dead parents. Because they don't want to hurt my feelings. Perfect.' "Great. Nice chat." I said blatantly, then turned my heel and walked to the back. I dropped my backpack on the floor and sat down. I wanted to cry. To break down. To scream. I wanted to be able to call my mom and have her tell me how it would be okay. I wanted to see my brother in the hallway and try our very hardest to pretend we don't know eachother or jokingly shove into each other. I wanted my sister to pull me in for a hug and whisper in my ear that I would pull through.

But I didn't cry. I didn't even blink. I just stared at the teacher as she gumbled words that I couldn't make out nor did I care if I did. I just stared forward with my arms on the desk, and prayed to whatever was out there that everything would be okay. I prayed that all these kinks and knots would work themselves out eventually.

I wasn't paying attention, but suddenly everyone got up from their seats. I pulled my headphones out. 'The bell must have rang. Shit- what class do I have next?' I pulled out my schedule. 'Oh yea, Calculus in the portables.' I grabbed my backpack, and quickly rushed out the door, I moved through the hallways- trying to remember where the portables even were. I put my ear buds back in, the sound of music filling my head. I left the hallway, and felt the cold late winter air flee over my skin. I took a breath and let it go, watching the warm fog fade away. I felt goosebumps start to form, then mentally scolded myself for not bringing a jacket. I looked around- the memories from Grace's tour starting to fade back. I turned to try and wander to find the portables, but then I felt something grasp my hand, and let out a small scream, snapping out of my thoughts and spinning around.

It was the boy, from biology. The pretty one that I was trying really hard to dislike.

"You scared the fuck out of me.. What do you want?" My tone was flat and cold, as I put my hand on my chest and caught my breath. I looked at him, his eyes, his face. It just made breathing an even harder task.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, I just wanted to apologize.. For earlier. It wasn't right for me to bring it up, maybe I can repay you by.. Helping show you around, or helping you meet people," His breath caught in his throat, and he met my eyes. His face was a deep red and I realized he was still grabbing my wrist. Heat poured over my face.

"It's okay, but thank you.. For apologizing," Releif washed over his face, and he smiled weakly.

"Thank you for forgiving me, I felt terrible-" He looked at me again, and I blinked and smiled softly. He let go of my wrist, quickly as if my skin burnt him.

"How about you repay me by just telling me your name,"I offered, and he smiled widely- causing butterflies to swarm my body.

"It's Brady Levens," He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. I rolled my eyes.

"And let me guess, you play football? You're a jock with amazing grades and friends with everybody?" I joked. He looked confused for a second. 'It's a joke stupid boy, because Brady is such a masculine name.. Duh....' He then smiled and shook his head, laughing.

"Haha very funny. And actually, I play basketball,"

"Close enough,"

"So what about you? Play any sports?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No way, I'm about as coordinated as a newborn giraffe," He laughed, which made me laugh. He then looked down, and quickly snatched my schedule from my hand, I frowned. He read it over then passed it back.

"Lucky you, you have 2nd, 3rd, and 6th period with me." He said, nudging my shoulder.

"Lucky me," I rolled my eyes, laughing a little.

"Don't sound so disappointed, it'll be great. I'm the coolest person I know," He winked at me.

"Whatever you say. Actually if you can help me find this class- that would be fantastic," He smiled at me, and nodded.

"Anything for you, ma'am. Follow me," He marched off, and I rolled my eyes once more. But on the inside, happiness was lacing through me. I felt like I had been drugged.. But it felt amazing. Brady had me seriously spaced out. Everytime we spoke I could feel my eyes wanting to drag to his lips. 'I would kill to kiss that boy,' I thought, laughing under my breath.

And yes, I know what you're thinking. This is just some cheesy romance story- and well it is a tiny bit. But it's not.. Not really anyways. Because that's just how love is, it never really ends the way you want it to. Especially in real life. And that's what this is, real life.