Dream On, McHeart

1. Rejected? Not Yet...

A/N: aiight, so it's past midnight and I have to get up early for six (YES SIX D:) hours of dance and blah blah blah but I'm listening to P!ATD and I'm in a writing mood and etc., etc...

Yes, I did say aiight. Got a problem? *wiggles eyebrows* Now read on m'dears! (Guys can be dears too, shaddup.)

Chapter One: Rejected? Not Yet...

I brushed my hair over my face as Tall Dark & Handsome slid in the chair next to me so I could peek a glance at his hot body without him noticing.

"Is there a reason you're checking me out?"

Shit.

I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I am not checking you out," I said stubbornly.

He rolled his eyes. "I saw you, stupid. I know I'm attractive, but honestly."

I huffed. For someone so good-looking, he was certainly rude. "Your ego completely ruins anything you had going for you," I muttered.

"What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of girls swooning over me."

"Oh my God, get the hell over yourself."

"You were the one checking me out," he said pointedly.

"I was not--!"

"So sorry to interrupt your obviously important and intellectual conversation, Miss Welles, but I have a class to teach," Mr. Richardson cut it. "So if you'll excuse me..." He turned back to the board, and I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. Men!

A couple seconds later, Tall Dark & Handsome (and rude) slid a slip of paper towards me. I raised an eyebrow at him, but read the note.

"You're lucky you're hot or I wouldn't have let you look at me like that."

Angered, I scribbled a reply. "Like what, exactly?"

He slipped the paper from my fingers when I lifted my pencil, leaning back in his chair to check me out very obviously. I turned away, disgusted.

"Like I'm a god, babe. I mean, I am, but really."

I closed my eyes, telling myself to calm the fuck down. Do not overreact about this boy. "Gods have names," I wrote slowly. "Also, last I checked, gods were pleasant to mere mortals."

He snorted to himself as he read the response. I sighed as he scrawled out a reply. "Brendan. You're more than a mere mortal, beautiful. ;)"

I uttered a snort of disgust, crumpling the paper. I had been hit on plenty of times before, but this was ridiculous. "Shame such a nice body had to be wasted on a personality like yours," I mumbled to him.

He simply smirked, turning away from me for the rest of the period.

* * * *

"What a douche," Vicki commented as she swirled a fry in ketchup.

I nodded, chewing slowly. "It's really unfortunate that he has to be so attractive though. And I'm stuck sitting next to him for the rest of the semester."

"It's just one class. You can always ignore him." She crumpled her hamburger wrapper, finishing the last of her lunch.

"Yeah," I agreed quietly; but really I wasn't too confident in my skills of ignoring someone that intrigued me so- especially someone that attractive. He got under my skin so easily, yet in an almost amusing way. Almost. That wasn't to say I was ready to trust him with my life or anything, because he'd probably just drop me down a cliff and say "sorry, I figured my prostitutes could cover for you. You broke your neck? Sorry. Wait, no I'm not." I wasn't exactly sure if I would consider that flirting.

"Earth to Alice!"

I jumped, blinking. "Sorry, what?"

"I said we should go." She gave me a strange look.

I ignored it. "Kay, come on."

* * * *

I texted Debra in pre-calc, asking for info on Brendan. Debra knew everything there was to know about everyone anywhere ever.

"Black-haired, flirty, and sexiest thing alive? That Brendan?" she texted back almost immediately.

"Um... yeah."

"Basketball, A's and B's, rich bitch, man of every girls' dreams. Oh, and been with about half of the junior class. Player."

"Define player," I responded swiftly.

"Heart-breaker... Like kiss and tell and run your emotions over."

"You've been with him, haven't you?"

"We had a thing once."

"Details?"

"We made out at a party and he denied it the next day."

"Ouch."

So, wonderful. Why were all the hot ones dickwads? Oh well, I enjoyed a challenge. I had somewhat of a reputation for being a player myself. It probably had something to do with my motto of "look, don't touch." I had too much fun flirting, as much as I hated to admit it. Girls always believe they can make the bad boys good again through a touch of love and a dash of pixie dust. Me, I preferred to keep them bad. Bad boys were fun.

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A/N: HAVE SOME COMPOSURE WHERE IS YOUR POSTURE OOOHHHH YOU'RE PULLING THE TRIGGER PULLING THE TRIGGER ALL WRONG.

*sings wildly into hairbush*

I SAY SHOTGUN YOU SAY WEDDING

SHOTGUN

WEDDING

SHOTGUN

WEDDING

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Next chapter will introduce Brendan's competition... *grins wickedly* Competition boy is fiiiiiine... ;3

Based off a real person? *laughs nervously* What?

Also, more flirting (REAL flirting!) with Bad Boy if you liked that. ;) Patience, lovies!

<3 -blackbird