Band Tee's and Ripped-Up Skinny Jeans

Chapter 2

First period didn't drag along near as slow as it usually does due to the fact that I could look over and look into his deep black eyes. He would flash his million dollar smile at me and I'd blush and look away. I barely heard any of the usual first day lecture because everytime I was able to slip away from his gaze, it immediately caught me again. The teacher finished her lecture early and released us to talk amongst ourselves while we waited for the bell. All the girls swarmed Beckett and me attacking him with questions like 'What's England like?' 'Are you single?' And even an occasional 'Can we fuck?'. You could see it in Beckett's eyes he was use to a lot if female attention but he didn't even glance at the other girls. His eyes stayed locked with mine. Eventually the other girls realized Beckett wasn't going to give them his attention and wander away to go start gossip and rumors about Beckett and me more than likely. Shockingly none of these rumors even phased me. Beckett's deep voice suddenly cut through my day dream. "So, love, do you still plan to show me to our next class?" I blushed at him calling me love in that sweet British accent and responded "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Have you lived here long?" He wondered sweetly.

"My whole life. Sometimes I wish I could get out of here but other times I love it more than anything. When did you come over from England?"

"Only two weeks ago. I already miss it terribly but there is something amazing about America and she is sitting right in front of me." I blushed and looked toward the ground.

"What makes me so special? You could have any girl here and yoou choose me? I'm not even half as pretty as these other girls. Why me?" He lifted my face from under my chin.

"Your the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Your absolutely stunning. Don't ever believe anything else, love" The bell rang dismissing us from class as he finished his sentence.

"Shall we go to biology?"he said gently, grabbing my books.

"We shall," I giggled. "You don't have to carry those."

"Why wouldn't I. I have the pleasure of carrying the prettiest girl in the school's books. I'm definitely going to." I giggled and lead him out the door. I heard fimilar echoing down the hall. I immediately wanted to drop back into the classroom. My douche bag jock boyfriend was coming. "Hey sexy. Who's this fag and why is he carrying your shit?" Riley said throwing his arm around me. "Hi Riley. This is Beckett. He is not a fag. And he is carrying my shit because he's polite. Unlike someone else." I mumbled the last part. And shrugged his arm off me.

"Whatever. I got to go. Coach wants to talk to me about the next season of lacrosse." He walked away. I turned to Beckett. "I'm so sorry about him."

"Don't bother love. Boyfriend?"

"Sadly..." I trailed off.

"We should get to class."

"Okay. Lets go." I lead him in the direction of biology.

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