The Girl He Broke

Chapter 2

My dad and I walk side by side through the front doors and immediately all the chatter stops. Maybe its my dad's signature hard and cold glare or maybe its the one I'm currently trying to pull out. And slightly failing. The corridor clears seconds later and my father marches down it. How does he do that?

The power he oozes slowly melts away my nervousness and I match beside him as I try to ignore the stares.

As soon as we reach the deserted receptionist the chatter starts all over again but this time around I know what the topic of discussion is. Or should I say whom.

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Kaitlin's POV

I have been waved at, greeted, smiled at and even hugged by a large majority of people I do not know. People who don't give two shits about me but I still waved back, smiled back and hugged back. I know its about the back-to-school party I held last Saturday. I invited anyone who was anyone and everyone who was someone in the town. Gossip about the party has been treading throughout social media since that night and it seems like its still something to talk about. I had basked in the fame at first. Now, its slightly annoying.

If I was to get a hundred dollar bill for ever time someone has told me cool party I would have enough money to pay for the ten super expensive vases, the ten thousand chandelier and my dad's favourite flat screen TV that were broken before my parents are back from their business trip on Friday. 'Fucking idiots!' I mutter under my breath. 'I am never holding a party ever again.'

I take a seat in my homeroom and plug in my earphones, tuning out the rest of the world. As much as I have nothing against the student population, I don't think I can handle another word about that stupid reckless party. I'll be grounded for at least two years because of that party.

I take out my notebooks absentmindedly and start drawing Snoopy on the edges. I am brought out of my reverence when a note in a very untidy, very familiar handwriting falls on top of my book. 'Princess'

That name. That handwriting. They could only belong to one person. The only person capable of bringing out the goofy smile currently plastered on my face. I turn and come face to face with the same face I fell in love with during summer. The face with a very heavenly smile on and the so very bottomless blue eyes.

I know I'm officially ogling and staring when his smile turns into an amused smirk but I can't stop. Alex Martins has that effect on me.

I believe I know myself quite well. And I believe I have control over my emotions and actions like any ordinary human being. I know how to check out a hot guy in a very subtle manner, how to hide a blush when I'm caught ogling, how to formulate a sentence when caught staring but my mind seems to turn to porridge every time Alex Martins is concerned. And he seems to know that very, very well.

He tucks a strand of my cashew nut brown hair behind my ear and unplugs my earphones. 'Don't you know its quite rude to stare princess?' He trails his thumb along my lower lip. And smiles again. 'I do like the drooling though. Makes me feel hot,' and he wiggles his brows. That brings me back into the world of the living.

'I was not drooling or ogling,' Why on earth is my voice so breathless? Did I just whisper? And way to go stupid ass. He didn't say you were ogling.

'I didn't say anything about you ogling,' he says and gives me an arrogant smirk.

'Idiot,' That single word seems to ignite something in his eyes because the next moment he is kissing me. I know people are taking pictures. Its not everyday Kaitlin Harris is seen participating in public display of affection. Especially with the new kid in school.