Lola's POV
"Thank you Lola, I hope you enjoy your time at KingsHigh. You're now enrolled, I believe you have missed first period, so you need to make your way straight to history, here's a map of the school, your timetable and a planner, good luck!" He cheerfully speaks.
Now, I'm on my own. I use the map to navigate myself to history, bumping into a few people on the way.
I walk in the class room and everyone is seated.
"Hello there, you must be Lola Parker? Am I correct?" A teacher rises from her chair, everyone looks.
"Yes." I reply, nodding my head, noticing my neck is begging to ache from all the moment.
"Well if you would like to take a seat." She say gesturing towards a spear seat next to a boy. I scan the room for anywhere else to sit. But there was no more spare seats. As I walk to the seat the boy glares at me with his deep brown eyes. Sitting down he carries on starring.
Five minutes past and I can feel his eyes on me still. So I turn to the boy and ask, "What?"
"You haven't asked who I am." His voice at almost a whisper.
"Am I suppose to?" I say asking, raising an eyebrow.
"You're from England, how don't you know who I am?" I can see the tension growing in his eyes.
"Oh, okay." I don't want to speak to this boy anymore. He seams rude and arrogant. How the hell am I meant to know who he is, remember I have no social life! I decide to ignore him, so I face the board, continuing to jot down notes.
As I glance around the room I see all the girls staring in my direction. They are obviously attracted to the boy who I am sat next to. There all twirling there hair, paying no attention to the lesson. What is the point?
The bell rings excusing me from this boring lesson. I've already learned about the world war back in England, and I don't really want to do it again, since it's a depressing topic.
It's lunch now. I have been introduced to a really nice girl called Aapsokna, she's from Nepal. She's really pretty; her black hair is quiet long, past her shoulders, you can tell she once dip dyed it, since the tips are a lighter colour, almost a brown. Her eyes are a deep hazel colour, which complements her golden tanned skin. She really is beautiful.
Since, it's a nice day, we decide to eat our lunch on the field.
"So, when did you move from Nepal?" I ask intrigued.
"When I was about 7. My mums visiting there now to see her family. She'll be gone for about four weeks." She slowly smiles, but I can tell she misses her mum. Somehow I have a feeling me and Aapsokna are going to be friends really quickly. We have already discussed the matter about my family and I asked if we couldn't bring it up, and she said yes. Slowly sipping at my smoothie I look around the field, quickly taking in the surroundings. When my eyes are placed on the boy who I sat next to in history. He's staring in my direction, his eyes won't leave. Turing back to Aapsokna I ask, "Who's he?" Gesturing towards his direction.
"Oh he's only, BROOKLYN BECKHAM!" She squeals. Oh now I understand why I should have known who he was.
"Really?" I ask in disbelief, "why does he come here? I mean surely he gets loads of fan girls bothering him?" I question her.
"Not really, everyone's to scared. He's never spoken to any girl apart from, well, let's just say the slut of our year!" She chuckles.
"Oh." I begin to chuckle along with her.
The familiar sound of the bell rings. Me and Aapsokna stand as I tug her over to Brooklyn. Leading her over to him everyone whispers comments like: no you can't lola he'll just laugh at you. Or don't lola we're look really weird.
We reach him and I clear my voice causing him to turn away from a group of boys.
"Why were you staring at me?" I question.
"Why not?" Still cocky I see.
"Well it's rather disturbing so, don't! Bye." Grabbing Aapsokna's hand I pull her away.
"Goodbye Lola Rose Parker!" He waves. I turn around realising he knows my full name. What? I begin to flush and the only thing I can do is give him a harsh glare. And that was my first encounter with Brooklyn Beckham.
Hey guys! So Brooklyn's arrived in the story! Hope you all like it! Sorry for the late update I'll get better sorry! Vote pleasee :)
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