Hollywood's Golden Boy

It's Been A While

It's Been A While

i took a chance, i took a shot

and you may think i'm bullet-proof, but i'm not.

you took a swing, i took it hard.

and down here from the ground i see who you are - Taylor Swift

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"Dirty Little Secret!"

I turned around and narrowed my eyes at the boy who'd just yelled that at me. "Excuse me?"

He grinned widely, showing me his stunning forty watt smile. "That's where I know you from. The movie? Remember? You were dead the entire time."

"I'm not Sasha Lane." I stated, almost rolling my eyes. Then, as an afterthought, added, "Thanks for ruining it for me, by the way."

I expected his expression to falter at the realization I wasn't the beauty queen he was looking for. But it didn't. He only shrugged his shoulders, returning to the tennis ball he was so vigorously throwing at one of the high classroom windows.

"It was pretty predictable anyway." He said. "Don't tell my girlfriend, but I only watched it for the nude scene. It was worth it."

When I made my Oscar nominee worth exit out of the classroom where Roman Carvalho had single handedly wiped away my dignity, I regretfully did not think it through properly. The only places to hang around undetected until second period were the bathroom, the backyard and the janitors closet.

And I really didn't feel like smelling of detergent for the remainder of the day. So here I was.

"What are you even doing?" I questioned, watching the boy continuously throw the ball, catch it, rinse and repeat. It was almost hypnotizing.

"What does it look like? I'm trying to get expelled. This ball won't work with me."

"Okay, well I'm guessing there might be some easier ways to getting expelled from the most prestigious school in the country."

He scoffed. "I'm aiming for a way that can piss Galloway off the most. You're a snarky little girl, aren't you?"

Mystery boy turned to look at me as if he was only just seeing me for the first time. His grey eyes widened slightly, as if fascinated at the mere look of me. He really was quite good looking, just like pretty much every other male in the school. There was something about those short brunette curls and sun kissed skin that made him look very familiar to me, but I couldn't put a pin in it.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, knowing if I didn't find out soon then it would bug me for the rest of the day. "I feel like I know you."

He flashed me a half smirk, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Funny. I was just about to say you look so much like my girlfriend. Small world."

"Your girlfriend is Sasha Lane?" I asked only half-sarcastically. 

"Close. Except my girlfriend is ten times hotter." He replied, throwing his ball again. This time it directly hit the window and I prayed to god there wasn't a class in session so students wouldn't flock to the window and stare down at us. 

My aunt didn't need to know I was already skipping lessons. She didn't know my first and only acquaintance at this school (minus the other gorgeous asshole) was a 'no good hoodlum' with a strong vendetta against one of his teachers.

"Hey, where are you going?" He called when I began walking away. I looked back at him over my shoulder, surprised he even noticed me leaving. "I didn't even get your name."