Brandon's pov
"Why do you shit talk her?"
It was one of the regular questions Alex tended to ask me because, he couldn't get enough of my replies.
"Shit talk her?" I asked back, confused.
"Talk shit about her." He simply said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Erm, I don't shit talk her. What the hell." I chuckled a little.
"Thats what you do, Brandon Walker, you don't even know what you're talking sometimes." He gave me a 'dude' look.
He then proceeded to walk away from me, but I stopped him.
"Do I really shit talk?"
"You do."
I beamed at him brightly. "That feels so good to hear."
"God, Brandon, grow up."
"Look who's talking." I fake laughed at his face. I turned around to lean on my back against the lockers, after shutting mine.
He just flipped me off but didn't say anything else until that one girl who Lea hangs out with entered the hallway.
"Isn't that Kathy?" Alex stared at her. "Isn't she a babe?"
"Uh, sure." I laughed, patting his back. "Maybe you wanna talk to her?"
"Of course. I wanna, be right back." He grinned at me. "Also, hold my glasses." He took his glasses off and handed them to me.
"Eh, Kay." I said awkwardly holding them in my palms.
Just then, I saw Lea walking down to her own locker, in a full on bad blood mood. And looking at her miserable face just made me cringe.
Well it was supposed to make me cringe.
Then I remembered what she had done to me in the food court and I simply extended my leg out on her way.
Payback is a bitch.
Unfortunately for her, she didn't gain her balance once she tripped over my leg. She just let out a small "fuck" before she faced the fall.
I don't know why I did what I did. It was just on instinct maybe.
She was supposed to fall face first and bleed her chin or something, but not supposed to be landing in arms. My arms aren't even supposed to be anywhere near her.
My heart started hammering in my chest, and I don't know what was happening anymore because this was like a move straight out of some cliché romantic movie.
I shouldn't have caught her, now she's gonna mock me.
"Well, well, well, what do we have hear?" She smirked at me, still in my arms.
And before she could even continue her annoying bickering, I pulled away and she fell from my arms and straight on the floor.
"Should have kept your mouth shut." I smirked.
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