The Player's Toy

Chapter 2

Gwen's POV: 

"Please tell me , Melissa. What is wrong with him?!" I yelled out of frustration. Melissa stayed quiet and patted my back softly, I slapped her hand away, "I mean, no one EVER rejects ME!" I yelled again. I jumped out of my seat and stomped on my foot angrily. "I just don't get it....I'm pretty, aren't I.?" I yelled again. "Yes you are!" Melissa replied. "Your like way prettier than the models in the magazine!" Lily, my other friend replied. I smiled a bit and flicked my hair, then twirled it with my fingers. "I am..." I whispered, calming down a bit. "And like, every boy will like you...his probably playing hard to get!" Melissa replied again. I nodded my head, yeah..why didn't I think that? Maybe it's his way of trying to be more attracted to him, well it's working. I paced the cafeteria in front of our normal lunch table. 

"Babe...What's wrong?" Brody placed his arm around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I pushed him away, I didn't give a care about Brody at this moment. "Can you not?" I replied. His lips turned into a thin line, he was angry. Suddenly, the "guy" entered the cafeteria...I felt my blood boil, I still don't get it. Is he gay or something? Everyone stayed quiet, he wasn't even looking where he was going but he decided to go to the far end. Brody glared as he sat down at the table by himself, still reading the book he had. He didn't even get food or anything, many girls ran to his side and brought food for him.

"What is this? His suddenly popular after one day of coming here?" Brody whispered/yelled angrily. "His british, babe. Every girl would go crazy over him." Melissa squealed. I immediately glared her way, her mouth shut closed.  

"What do you think your doing?" I asked, as I saw Brody make his way to the guy's table. Brody got one of the drinks from the table and grinned evilly. The girls watched in horror as he poured the blackcurrent drink down his shirt. The guy looked up, anger was really visible in his eyes. He placed his book down and wiped his glasses. I made my way closer towards the two, he squeezed his white shirt and took his shirt off. Every girl died in the room, I think I died too. We visibly saw his 6-pack abs , he threw his shirt on the table. All the girls took it, this only made Brody even more angrier.

"You ruined my perfectly good book and shirt." The british whispered angrily.

"SO what?" Brody asked. The british guy grabbed his shirt from the girls and decided to leave, but was held back. Brody pulled him back, he did not fall to the ground though. Brody decided to aim a punch to his face, but he somehow avoided that and kicked the back of Brody's leg, making Brody fall to his knees. His shirt fell to the ground and he decided to pick it up. 

"I suggest you keep your fists to yourself cause there's no point in fighting, if you only know how to punch." He replied angrily.  He grabbed his glasses and placed them back on. He didn't get his his book , I walked towards the book that was spilt with the drink. 'To kill a MockingBird.' I held the book in my hands and grinned, I placed the book inside my bag. I wonder if this book has romance in it....