Pay Attention

chapter one: 2/11/19

*William, but feel free to picture him how you like!

I could feel his face contort into a look of pure disgust as his eyes landed on me. This was nothing special.

I sighed lightly, Louis needed to get a hint that I really didn't give a flying fuck about all the 'sCaRy' looks he shot my way.

A small smile threatened to spill over my face, I knew that the corners of my lips were twitching. Judging by the deepened scowl Louis shot me, it was evident he noticed as well.

Not my damn problem. Last time I checked, this was a free country.

I squirmed slightly, not used to his gaze being on me for this long. Clearly he's enthralled by my beauty.

I shot him an equally dirty glare, huffing out before returning my gaze to the notebook on my desk.

That's right. Mr. Knob-head liked to torment me in my English class.

I check the time on my watch, noticing from the corner of my eye that the devil had gone back to talking to his dumbass friends. You might think, 'woah, that was uncalled for.' yeah, but hear me out.

I introduce to you the three cockheads, known as Louis Fall, Danny Route, and lastly, Trevor Orlando. Not football jocks, oh no, but on the swim team.

My assumptions of America were not all true.

Who said you needed to be a football jock to be a complete bone-head?

Oh, but let me introduce myself.

I'm William Tyne. Straight from England, oh yeah baby.

Also I'm on the male netball team, and that clearly has nothing to do with why the three twats were constantly picking on me.

So i'm lanky and skinny, sue me for picking a sport I not only enjoy, but excel in. I was, and I quote, 'not manly enough for basketball.'

Fuck you too, coach Stempsan.

Despite these minor drawbacks, America in itself is fucking wild, and the people are mostly friendly and gorgeous. It's to the point I can't keep my bisexual ass in check and not drool at every passing stranger.

It also doesn't fucking help that all three arseholes are outrageously good-looking, nothing like the wanna-be-roadmen back in England.

First of all, Trevor Orlando is so unbelievably fine, from his naturally dark curly hair and deep brown eyes, to his flawless dark skin, and oh my geese. I found out through the girly gossip that his mother was a Kenyan doctor and his father a male model in Denmark. If he wasn't such a patronising little ass, i'd drool over him like the rest of the girls.

Secondly, Danny Route is a fine piece of human, standing at 6'5" and built like a rugby player, with gorgeous brown eyes and blond hair cropped very short. To be honest, it's hard to find a flaw with him, he's quiet and hardly pays me any attention unlike the other two. But oh no, when he does speak, it's like liquid pleasure, a deep rumbling voice, soft but loud. I don't really know much about him, aside from the fact that despite being tall and very well built, he's still an ace swimmer.

Last of all, is Louis Fall, who definitely makes the girls fall.

And boys, since technically he did make me trip and fall once. Like the fine arsehole he is.

At first, you'd think he was a typical fuckboy, with soft blonde hair and baby blue eyes, a healthy glowing tan with a tall and lanky build mirroring my own except he definitely has more muscles than myself. And you'd be right, sort-of.

Louis Fall is an annoying, female chasing, attractive and evil son-of-a-bitch. He doesn't dump and chuck girls, which I might (only slightly) respect, but it's clear he likes a pretty girl on his arm. Am I jealous?

(only slightly...)

Wow.. it's pointless denying the fact that i'm attracted to them.

Apparently, when the light tap on my shoulder digs a little harder into my skin, I get the message and snap out of whatever horny-fuelled rant I had been on.

I turn my head ever so slightly to grant a small smile to, unsurprisingly Grant, a fellow netball teammate.

He grins, before nodding towards the front and message received, loud and clear. Mrs Yon, a fine woman (who probably was a pornstar at one point,) glares at the class in general.

If it wasn't illegal and she was younger, i'd probably be super turned on. But even I know when a serious situation requires my full attention, because the silence in the classroom is almost creepy.

"So. I have the test results from last term and I am appalled. Some of you," she stares right at me, "did as expected, but the rest of you should be ashamed of how badly you did."

The classroom is filled with an uncomfortable symphony of people coughing and shuffling around in their chairs awkwardly.

"Oh fuck dude, I know I failed," Grant whispers sadly in my ear and I groan. I know he failed, because when we were discussing answers at lunch after the test, he had stupidly wrong answers.

"I'll be handing out tests now, but I swear if I hear anyone complain, you can only blame yourself." Mrs Yon continues, her curvy form already strutting around the classroom and slamming papers down on desks, making sure to maintain as much eye contact as possible.

I hear Grant whimper, and I grin.

Our English teacher strides to me next, and I'm almost gleeful when she softens her gaze and mouths 'good job' at me, before handing me my paper directly. I don't even need to look properly to see the solid A in bright red.

When the last papers are handed out, and Mrs Yon perches on her desk, with her arms crossed and eyes shooting daggers, it is then when the classroom explodes into furious chaos.

I choke out a grunt when Grant launches himself onto my back, his face in obvious distress. This man-boy is 6'3" and crushing me to death because of his own stupidity.

I manage to turn my head enough so I can see his paper.

A big fat stinking D plus.

I pat his back as hard as I can, making sure to apply pressure onto the spot I gave him a bruise in practise yesterday.

It works as intended as he yelps and jumps off of me. I roll my eyes and eye his paper. "It's an improvement from the D minus you got last time." he groans, flopping down in his chair as if he wasn't crushing me moments ago. "It's whatever at this point Will, i'm never going to pass."

I'm about to retort something extremely hilarious but a large smooth hand on the back of my neck stops me.

I can feel the shudder go through my whole body as I freeze.

"Help me." is all he says and I find myself being released gently.

I nod, looking down at the floor. I already know who asked me, and I'd probably end up worse off if I didn't accept.

(fuck me.)