My Favourite Mistake

Chapter 3

BRAD'S POV

Staring across the hallway cafetiria to find this average girl staring at me, I flirtily stared at her back, making hers much more weaker. Oh, I was used to these kind of stuff. I pratically get it everyday. I stare at them, they stare at me back, flirt with them, they flirt back, I get their number, they call me,  they text me. And probably by day 3 I'll have them in bed with me. As simple as that. Disconnecting my gaze from her, to get my plan sorted. John, that sat next to me, was practically my best mate, he always has my back but sometimes he can be a child.He was busy sharing a story, that everyone thought it was cool in our table. 

'Yoh Johnny boy.' I teased him, getting his attention. He diverted his stare at me, the rest of my  mates following. 

'The girl over there, across us. Who is she?' I tried not to point nor to make it obvious I was intrested in her. John's interest on who I was talking about, made him get up from his seat to take a better look. He sat back down remembering. 

'Leya Hills. She's new mate.' He said. Excactly knowing why I wanted to know that. My mates across the table, suddenly taking minutes to stare and analyze her. Taking one quick glance at her again, when she quickly looked away, thinking I didnt catch that at all. Stupid girl. Now, I remember, she's in my english.

'She's fit.' Max commenting, as the boys agreed. Squinting my eyes, eyeing at the boys, who could nearlly druel. 'Hey.' I barked getting their attention. 

'Dicks, I saw her first. I call dibs.' I growled in a joking matter. The boys chuckled at me. Max taking a sip from his drink, gambling some ideas. 

'I bet you, you wont have her in bed, before a month.' Max doubted my skills. Persuading me to take the bet. Who on earth does he think I am? Brad Morgan, hottest boy here in the whole year, calling me up for this. Of course I can freaking get my hands on that girl. I chuckled at his comment. 

'Is that a challenge?' I cocked an eyebrow at him in a matter of a question.

'Oh. I bet you I will.' I retaliated, as he asked me for a bet, a challenge.

'20 Pounds and you're on. A month is your dealine dude.'  He answer back. Not hesitating to face the fact that he was going to loose.

'Deal .' I said shaking on it. 

Continuing that stare that I threw at her across the room, sipping the coke that I had in my hands. Yeah, she totally diggs me. My eyes going back to my main target, still her gaze wondering, curious about me. Her desperate eyes, trying to read something, my past, my thoughts, my mind. Anything clear to read. I stared back, not displaying anything for her. Smirk plastered, eyes intently burning hers. Yeah. It was game time.

Standing up from my seat, calling the boys. Her gaze gone, she instanly stopped, and pretended in never happened. Walking to her direction, swag on full blast, the main boys having my back. Feeling that looks from other people in the cafetiria. We would say we were as popular as Jenifer's group.

We crossed the cafeteria, standing right in front of a new name in my mind- 'Leyna.' She looked unsure, where to look. Sheepishly she looked down on the ground. Not realizing Jenifer's back facing me, turning around to reveal a witch's face. 

'Brad, what are you doing here?' Faced filled with disgust, was all I could understand from her face. 

'I'm here to welcome the new girl, Leyna.' I swiftly kept in cool. Seeing her snap a look at me. Before attemtpting to introduce myself to the pretty lady, that everyone was staring at completely. Another face of Jenifer's blocking the whole view of Leyna. 

'I'm sorry. But she does not like assholes.' A burning insult, was the same to me. Not making an effect towards me, having a comment like that nearlly everyday. The boys stood behind me, silent. Girls teasing with their high pitched tones. Ignoring Jenifer and her witch minions ruin me, I quickly introduced myself. Like how I was meant to start off. 

'Hey. I'm Brad Morgan.' Switfly speaking, smirking grin on my face. Eyes looking at her insecure state. She pathetically played with her chocolate hair. Her eyes finally finding mine. 

'Leyna. I'm Leyna Hills.' Quietly talking. 'Nice meeting yo-you.' She twisted her tongue which instantly means to me that  she is nervous around my hot self, making me chuckle amused. Her nervous feeling, making me look even more hotter than ever. Thinking to myself she was such an easy target, and getting that money soon. To be honest I didnt care about the money, I just wanted to prove to the lads over there that I am a superior player. Well from now on, its right for me to use the term player. 

'Nice american accent love.' I winked at her, her eyes dropping down at the floor again, seeing her blush slightly. Oh yeah. Score. The last thing I said, before Jenifer rudely interrupting again. Her hand, pushing me away from her table, like we were some virus that spreads quickly to her.

'Okay. You can leave now.' She stood her ground, again, feeling a sense of irritation in her words, blocking the sexy view, Leyna, that helplessly looked else where.

Teasing Jenifer more by throwing my hands up in surrender, letting her push my back away from her table. 'See you later Leyna.' I lastly said, chuckling with swag, ignoring the other witch craft. Catching her blush again, hearing Jenifer groan in frustration. 

Laughing at how bitter and selfish Jenifer is. 'What is up with you?' I asked, amused how she reacts. We were now quite far away from the table. 

'I just dont want my friends to go out with you, dick head.' She warned. Tone almost threathening as she walked away. 

Dont worry. I'm only aiming for Leyna. Picturing her face and myself just in my English class... Well you can guess the rest.

My easy new target. Miss Leyna Hills.

LEYNA'S POV

Jenifer came back, and I flashed her a timid smile. It was quiet around the table, but I felt more intense stares at me. It felt like they were choking my air with their gazes. So was Jenifer.

'Wha-what? Did I do something wrong?' I stuttered, accusing myself maybe presenting myself as an innocent girl. Jenifer sarcastically laughed. 

'I actually think. Dont you girls?' She comments, the girls agreeings with a buzzing of chatter around. I knew they were talking about this, but I was lost. 

'Think what?' I quietly questioned.

'Leyna, Brad wants you.' 

A/N

HELLO WONDERFUL PEOPLE! ENDING IT HERE. SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT. JUST A FILLER. YEAH. SO YEAH. COMMENT/VOTE/SHARE. THANK YOU!

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My Favourite Mistake

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