LUKE'S P.O.V.
Ugh, I wish she would just shut up, I think after hearing another bout of Brittany's laughter. We were all walking to my locker, 5 minutes before the bell rang. I didn't have to worry about being late because when you're this popular, people move. So, I took my sweet time.
I shifted uncomfortably when I felt Brittany lean in closer to me, if that was even possible. Why do i let her hang all over me? I question myself silently. Maybe I should ask her to move. "Hey, Britt?" I say, a bit annoyed with her flopping all over. "Yeah?" she answers with a nasty look on her face from me interrupting her and her friends. I push her slightly, "Ya think you could move?" She rolls her eyes but immediately gets off me. Thank God!
"Sorry, Lukey-kins." Oh my God! Did she seriously just call me that? In front of all my teammates, too! I heard snickering behind me and I shot all my teammates the best death glare I could muster. And let me tell ya, they shut up.
I swear, she tries to embarrass me in front of them. When I turn back around I hear Matt say, "Oh, come on Lukey-kins don't be that way!" Matt Smith. Co-captain of the football team and my vest friend since third grade. 6 foot 7 with blonde hair and green eyes. Pretty big muscles and kinda hot... I mean, for a guy he is. Not that I think he's hot. I'm straight. As far as I know.
I hope.
Anyway. I just shake my head and keep walking. Finally, we got to my locker and all my friends leave to go to theirs. I get all my stuff and turn around to walk to class when I run right into someone. "Crap." the person I ran into says. Then I hear both our books crash to the floor. "Sorry, mate," I say, finally looking at the person. Hot damn. I don't know who I was expecting, but I sure as heck wasn't expecting this.
When I look up, I am met with a boy with curly sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and slight dimples.
I realize we are both staring at each other for quite a while. Then we are both snapped out of our daze by the bell ringing. I hear the mystery boy curse under his breath. He hurriedly picks up his books and runs off to class.
"Wait," I shout, "who are you?" Though I know he heard me, he just picked up his pace and disappeared around the corner. For the rest of the day I couldn't get the curly haired boy out of my mind.
