Fighter

Chapter One

Aaron's POV

Walking through the corridor of my college, I could hear people talking about the scars on my face, and my brother going out with some girl.

Entering my next class, I looked to see where everyone was sitting. Slowly I walked to the back of the room, not caring in the least about who I was sat next to.

"Do you have a pen?" The voice next to me asked.

I turned around to look at the stranger and literally couldn't look away. She was beautiful.

"Here." I gave her my only pen. I didn't need one. I wouldn't be listening anyway. I glanced around the classroom curiously and noticed my brother and his friends sitting two rows ahead of me. The girl beside me was now talking to her friends who seemed to be circling her, all sat at the desks around her. As I turned to my left, I -unfortunately- saw a girl who couldn't be showing any more cleavage if she tried. Why do girls think all boys like that? I just think it's pointless, you might as well just walk around naked. But then again I guess some girls would, if they were aloud. I felt like telling her to put some proper clothes on; however she decided to wink at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in utter disgust and looked away.

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At the end of class, the girl who I sat next to handed back my pen and informed me, "By the way I'm Ella. Ella Jones."

"Er... I'm Aaron."

Ella nodded. "See you around, Aaron." As she walked away, she smiled happily.

I smirked.