That Tall Dark Handsome Mr. Popular #The Bad Boy Chronicles

Chapter 1

Alexander Daniel Gabriel Hudson, The most popular boy of our school. Everyone loves the dark blond hairs and perfect grey eyes. Always staring in the abyss and pulls someone in them. You can get lost in them like I was.

I had no shame to say that I had a crush on him since the fifth grade. And he is always my dream boyfriend. Just like every other girl Western Churchill high. Or so as called the WC high. I was just someone no one noticed. Sure I got the all female parts to enlist me as one but I just think god forgot to make me beautiful.

Or my mother really loves my braces as I still have them when I am seventeen and in my last year almost out of the school and I was not have what most girl have. I can still pass for a boy easily. I am just plain thin and ugly with dull brown hairs and pale blue eyes. Not like his. I was no where near his girls.

He picks up the most classic group Cheerleaders and the queen bees of the school. Classic and boring. But no one can expect him to pick someone like me can they. I am just not anyone's type. Even nerds will not date me. Let alone the popular in the crowd. I am just good as an invisible admiring him from far.

But somehow I started to notice things in those beautiful eyes of his. So subtle yet so mesmerizing and at the same time hiding something. Some unknown kind of pain. A pain only I apparently notice because I saw no one seems to fazed by it. It makes me think that maybe they are ignorant or maybe plain idiot or maybe he does not have any true friends.

I always see him sitting at back of the class ignoring teachers and flirting around. Sometimes when none of his friends are around he take the seat right behind me and keep watching my every move. 

"Hey Alex you coming or are you still dreaming about Mr. Mysterious who is only mysterious to you?" Paula pulled me out of my daydream. Paula is my cousin sort off and she also belongs with the weird crowd as me.

"Coming Paula" I said picking up my notebook and then when I about to enter my class I was shoved and fell to the ground well almost because someone pulled me up. I felt jolt of electricity running through me. I looked into his mesmerizing Grey eyes.

 Yes my crush is my savior most of the time. Which I also don't understand why because after this he just says "Guys she isn't worth the attention just leave her be." And then he will walk away like every other time and then I will be kicked slapped and punched.

Paula pulled me to the nurse and she gave me first aid. "You should really complain about this to Principal" The nurse whose name is Margret said. "I cannot I am on scholarship here and they are rich who you think the school is gonna suspend? Me or them?" Margret looked at me as if I have grown two heads.

"This is ridiculous you have to say something about this abuse. They cannot go on like this." I laughed as the pain increased in my lungs. I had trouble breathing. I coughed. "You forgot again didn't you?" She asked eyeing me closely. "No I haven't I have scheduled for this afternoon and I will get it done" I said walking out of the room.

She opened the door and stopped me. "This is serious Alexandra you need to do it. It can be life threatening and you know it" Margret warned. "Yeah I know. But I don't care. Not anymore. Just because my mother's friend is so interested in keeping me alive just because she is a billionaire's wife and just because I have damn fucking rare blood group it is not my fault you know. My mother will be happy that I am gone finally." I gritted my teeth.

I know it was the truth no matter what anyone says. It needed to be done. And I will be happy to end this pain in literal sense. I was walking away when I collided with a chest warm chest. I looked up and saw the stormy grey eyes looking back at me.

He didn't pushed me away. I stood there frozen and shocked. "Are you hurt?" he asked. "N...no" I shuttered trying to avert my gaze so that I look anywhere but at him. "So you are not hurt but you are in pain" He said looking at my face scowling. Now he is mad for me not accepting that I am in Pain? And why do he cares?

He traced my lips and rolled over his thumb over my cut making me hiss and bringing me back into reality. "Why do you care?" I asked. He moved away dropping his hand. "I don't care about you" He hissed turning back and walking out of there leaving me clueless. 

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