Bad boys do it well

Chapter One Think I'm funny Brooke-Heart?

It all started on the first Tuesday of October. It was quite a beautiful day; the leaves were golden and red and yellow, and the sun was bursting with energy. Almost as if it were demanding for you to have a lovely day. I walked into my Highschool with a feeling that today was going to be perfect. You could say it was. Others say it was the day that ruined my life. I was wearing a knit sweater ( as seen in the picture ) with high waisted Jeans and my lucky light purple vans. My brow-blond hair was down and curled slightly at the ends. My friend ran up to me grabbing my hand and pulling over to her locker.

"What the hell is wrong with you Amity?!" I was shocked her abrupt "greeting."

"Brooke, you'll never believe what happened last night." She opened her locker and pulled out a piece of paper. I looked at it closely before my jaw almost hit the floor. I was holding Jasper Collins' phone number in my hand. Not only was he sweet and adorable, but he was the hottest guy in school.

"How the hell..." I began.

"Ok so it was the greatest thing. I was at the mall and I had just left Macy's when Jasper and Callum ( like Callum Hood ) walked out in front of me." We started walking down the hall.

"Callum is Jaspers best friend right?" I asked.

"Yes and he's also gorgeous. Not the point though. They ran into me and I dropped my stuff." Amity shook with excitement. This was the happiest I'd seen her since we went to Cedar point in the 8th grade. "As I reached down to grab it, his hand touched mine." She swooned.

"This is the cheesiest thing I've ever heard."

"Shut up." She punched me in the shoulder. "Anyways, we looked at each other then stood up and he apologized, offering me a smoothie as a gift. He wanted to apologize in a sweeter way." She blushed.

I laughed. "So you went on a date with Jasper Collins?"

Ok before I go on I must explain something to you. Amity and I aren't popular, but we aren't unpopular either. We're average. But I am betting you I am more average. Amity sticks out. She's gorgeous and not to mention has a great body. She also has a great sense of style. For example, today she's wearing a red crop top with the print, "Don't be basic." She wears high waisted Jean shorts to accompany it and black converse. Her wavy black hair is pinned up in a bun. Anyone would stop to talk to her. Me on the other hand, I don't stick out. I'm ordinary; pail skin, blue-green eyes, brown hair with light ombré, and average hight. freckles dapple my cheeks and my style is very..... Indie I guess. I don't like to stick out. I am shy.

"Yes, and it was grand." she walked with her head high, as though she was proud.

"Your Greek not British, Amity." I scoffed jokingly and walked into my first period class. Amity waved goodbye and we parted.

As I walked into the classroom, my eyes fell upon Callum. I shifted them but not before seeing him run his hand through his hair. My eyes fluttered and I swooned for a second. Here's the thing with Callum. He's not a good student but he's not a bad boy either. He's just.... A little bit of a rule breaker. I took my seat, which was in front of him, and took out my books. The teacher asked me a question and before I could answer I heard someone talking. I turned around and saw Callum answering the question. I started laughing when he got it completely wrong. The teacher called on someone else.

"Think I'm funny, Brooke-heart?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning from ear to ear.

"No I.... Wait how do you know my name? I mean.... That's not my name but-"

He laughed. "I've lived down the street from you for almost 14 years. I think I know you by now."

I blushed and turned around in my seat. For the rest of class Callum kept poking me or playing with the ends of my hair. Finally I turned to him.

"Can you stop?"

He looked around. "Me?" He questioned, pointing to himself.

"Yes, you idiot." I rolled my eyes. At this point I didn't care how hot he was; I was annoyed.

"No need for name calling." he leaned back into his chair and put his hands behind his head.

The bell rang not 1 minute later and I rushed out, trying to beat Callum. He caught up behind me and tapped my shoulder.

"So, Brooke, how would you like to do my homework?"

I stopped and stared at him in awe.

"You're a doosh!" I shouted. I never swear but I was pissed. I wasn't a nerd and I sure as hell wasn't going to do his homework.

"Brooke, calm down I was kidding." He put his hands up and scrunched his eyebrows. His arms dropped and he continued walking.

All I could do was follow him seeing as my locker was in the direction he was going.

When I got to my locker he stopped and smiled at me.

"Ok why are you bothering me? You've literally sat behind me all year so why start now?" I asked.

"Because. When I was with Jasper and your friend she couldn't stop talking about you. She said all of these amazing things and you sounded..."

"Boring?" I cut him off.

He frowned. "No... You sounded amazing. And you're also gorgeous." He then stepped in front of me, sending me shivers as I felt his breath on me.

"Um... Well... Can you please back up?" I asked, my breath shaking. I straightened immediately as he saw that I was thrown off guard.

"Callum," I said opening my locker. "I'm not going to fall for you that easily. You can't just breath on me and expect me to swoon." I grabbed my books, closing my locker, and started walking again.

He ran up next to me. "Fine! Then I'll just have to try harder. See you at the beach tonight, Brooke-heart!"

He waved and walked away from me leaving me a question.

The beach?