Brandon watched as his girlfriend walked towards him. Her curly brown hair curled to her waist and covered part of her short tank top and her extremely short shorts. Her hair was tight in curls with a simple blue bow. Her white wedge heels made clonks as they slapped the cold floor. She smiled under a layer of makeup and waved to him. "Hey boo!" She yelped and hugged his warm chest.
"Hey Ashley," He said half hugging her. She was clingy.
"So babe," She was smiling mischieviously. "Have you seen that new girl?" She said with a jelous face.
"Nope, why?" He said confused.
"Oh, no reason, see you later," She said pulling him down and kissing his unready lips and walking away.
She was something. They were great together for 2 months until she started using the trend of a slut. She wore pounds of make up and she wore barely anything else. Brandon started his walk to class when he felt a warm hand clamp on his shoulder, "Hey man, have you seen the new girl?" Sky said with a greedy smile. "No, what's the big deal?" He said, shocked that he didn't know who she was. "Uhh, she's hot!" Sky said with a huge grin. Brandon laughed and knocked him into the classroom. They sat down and the teacher waddled to the front.
"Hello Class! We have a new student today, her name is Stella, everyone please be nice and welcome her." She cheered. Brandon knew why she was the talk of the school at that moment. She was tall with tanish skin and nice legs. Her long blonde hair was layered down her back. She had golden eyes that wobbled in their sockets of nervousness. She wore a aqua tank top that was covered with a white jacket and denim shorts with flip flops. "Hi," She whimpered. "So Stella, tell us about yourself." Mrs. Henly prodded. The girl blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Ok, so you're shy, tell us something cool! Favorite color, band, drink, celeb, place?" Mrs. Henly said. "Um, orange, Hollywood Undead, sprite, Kellan Lutz, and the beach?" She said quickly.
"Oh, well ok, any questions for Stella?" Mrs. Henly asked. 5 hands shot up in the air.
"Do you play sports?" One red headed girl asked in dullness.
"Um, I played soccer." She shrugged.
Another hand shot up, "Will you be on the team?" Another girl asked.
"No, I don't think I'm good enough." She shrugged.
Sky's hand waved frantically. "Yes," Stella giggled, "Do you have a boyfriend?!" He asked laughing.
She blushed, "Uh, no," She said confused. "Want one?" He asked while the class bursted into laughter as she grimaced in embarassment. "Sorry, I date guys," She smiled. The class started laughing louder.
"Ok, settle down. Stella, you can sit next to Brandon," Mrs. Henly said pointing to an empty seat. Stella looked up and her eyes met the brown hair boy's. She smiled and he smiled back. She weaved through the chairs and sat down next to him and grabbed a planner out of her backpack. The phone rang and Mrs. Henly argued for a while with the voice on the other end. "Class, i will be right back. BEHAVE," She warned and walked out of the room. A tsunami of guys crowded to Stella. They all hollered questions at her as she shrunk in her seat. The bell rang and she was out of the room quickly.
Brandon walked into the cafeteria and felt a cold hand on his bicep. "Hey sugah!" She said clutching onto him. "Hi Ash," He smiled and looked around the cafeteria. A blonde girl huddled into the corner and flew under detection of the normal male eye. They sat down with their friends and talked with his mutual friends. He looked over to the girl who was still under the radar with her bored expression. Ashely's timeless jitter attracted the only girls at the table and their bored boyfriends. Brandon slipped away from them and sat with Stella. She looked up and slightly smiled. "Hey," She smiled shyly. "Hey." He nodded.
"So what's your deal?" He asked. She grimaced. "Nothing, it's obnoxious, these guy at this school," She blushed. "Nawh, they're just overly friendly." He laughed, "Well, I gotta jet, see you later." He waved.
When Brandon got home, his father's lunch was on the table. He dad was always in a rush with re-locating people for safety. He read an address from a slip of paper and drove over to the house. His dad's car was parked in the corner and he knocked on the door. "Dad, it's Brandon." He stated before his dad opened the door. "Hey," His dad said from the other room. Brandon opened the door and walked in. He handed his tired father his food when a tall blonde girl walked into the room.