AN: Hey everyone! So I rediscovered Fan-Fiction and read through my old story. I have decided to continue with it… we shall see if I am more diligent than last time. I have also decided to revise the chapters to fit in with my current writing style. I hope everyone enjoys :)
Original AN: I wanted to try something different to the norm so I decided to write this completely from Reid's pov! Not sure if it will work but hey I'm going to try. Tell me what you guys think! I'm not sure if anyone does this anymore but I own nothing but my characters! So here it goes! Enjoy…
Science, the last period of the day. Finally! I would soon be free from this educative hell hole and off to do what Reid Garwin does best. Granted, I was only free for a measly two days but who cared. A Friday is a Friday, and that is enough to make any normal teenager happy.
Tyler and I filed into the class with all the excitement of cats confronted with their next bath, and took our seats near the back, both of us willing this class to go by quickly. Unfortunately it was one of the worst subjects at Spencer, thanks to our brilliant teacher, (note the sarcasm) the crotchety Miss Langtree. She gave spiteful and vindictive a whole new meaning. And to think, she didn't even have the courtesy of being a good teacher to balance it out. It left one wondering how on earth she'd managed to land a job at one of the most prestigious schools in the area.
Slouching in my chair slightly, I looked around the room, hoping that something would break all the monotony and give me some excitement to get me through the period. A group of squealing girls in front of the class just happened to oblige. Where I'm concerned girls always seem to oblige. I hid my grin with my half-gloved hand and tried to figure out what they were fussing about. I recognized most of them, one or two I even think I might have slept with, but I couldn't quite remember all their names. They were clustered around a tall, mousey girl, Mandy, I think, who was protesting madly at the tiny, silver crown that was being forced onto her head by a very insistent brunette. I quirked my eyebrow. What was up with the crown?
The brunette, once satisfied that the crown was firmly on her friend's head, stepped back smiling, revealing a bright knot of colourful balloons. They all had writing all over them and were attached to the unwilling Mandy's bag. Stephanie, a tall, skinny girl, went up to Mandy, whose birthday I assumed it was, and gave her a massive hug. This was followed by a huge card and a fully candled cupcake being shoved into the birthday girl's hands. Aimee, another blonde with touches of red in her hair, who I'm sure I had math with too, laughed and started singing. The rest of the group joined in, and started a rather loud version of happy birthday. I smiled and rolled my eyes. Girls.
I couldn't help but notice the cute little brunette that had put the crown on Mandy's head. Well I guess she was hard to not notice, while standing on a chair above her friends, clapping and singing along with the rest. If eyes could dance her giant brown ones where jiving to a beat of their own against the sensual backdrop of her dainty pink mouth. She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her tiny feet, her wavy ponytail swinging wildly in time to the beat of the song, which had gotten louder as the rest of the class started singing. I, myself, even decided to give the last few bars of the song a try. After all, it was in the name of fun and I was in the mood to celebrate. I had just found my source entertainment for that night… and if a woman's body isn't cause for celebration then the world has become a rather dull place indeed.
Miss Langtree showed her rather impeccable sense of ill timing and miraculously entered just as the fun ended. Its seemed the poor woman couldn't catch a break. Or perhaps her very essence just cancelled out fun, like being divided by zero. Either way, she entered and the song came to an abrupt and vicious demise, noisily murdered by the various screams and groans of people's chairs falling into their correct positions. Everyone seated themselves with acclarity and dug out their notebooks from their bags. The girls were forced to settle under the grudging eyes of Langtree. The cute brunette had to jump to the floor before sitting her petite little ass exactly 10 rows in front of me and dragging out her pile of books. My eyes widened; surely she couldn't fit so many books in one bag.
Langtree began her lecture and most of the girls started taking notes, every so often chatting to each other or scribbling messages. The brunette said something that sent all the girls into a fit of giggles and Langtree turned to glare at them. I tried to remember the brunette's name but nothing came to mind, however her face did seem slightly familiar. I would definitely be familiar with more than just her face by the end of the night. I smirked to myself and put my head on my desk. One could always day dream to pass the time.
The bell rang for the end of day and I was surprised to see the girl I'd been thinking about, for what must have been the whole period; jump out of the seat like it had burned her. She rushed out of the door, shouting something back to her friends about their plans for the evening.
I packed my books quickly and Tyler and I strode out of class, eager to get the weekend started. We separated to go to our lockers and that's when the world decided to help me, as it so often does and placed my cute brunette conquest directly in my path.
She was standing near my locker, in the hallway, talking to some other guy whose name I couldn't quite remember. Graeme, Gary, George? Oh who cared?
The conversation seemed to get fairly serious and I walked over, to eavesdrop, whilst dropping some of my books off in my locker. Who says men can't multitask. Hiding my face with my locker door and I let my eyes flash obsidian to allow me to hear exactly what they were saying. Arguably, after the Chase incident one would think I might be a little worried about Using unnecessarily. Don't get me wrong, it scared the living hell out of me. I almost lost two of my best friends and could do absolutely about it. But I figured I still had a little time until I ascended so I might as well enjoy it while I still could. I let the voices and images of the two on the other side of my locker fill my senses.
"Listen, Gregory…" ahh Gregory, I knew his name started with a G. "I just don't do relationships." The brunette stated as she leaned against a locker with her back to me. Ouch! "Friends?" she asked, her extending a consolidatory hand which Gregory grabbed easily and shook.
"Friends" he agreed and, still smiling, turned to walk off down the hall. Poor fellow. Anyone who can be smiling after the 'friends' card gets pulled either really wasn't interested or had another option in the wings. Not that I minded. Whilst a little competition is always fun I am not enamoured by the idea of breaking down relationships, no matter how new or one sided they are. Thankfully in this case, I did not have to worry.
As if sick and tired of the silliness of the entire male population the brunette sighed and put her head back against a locker, closing her eyes in the processes. I'm sure she didn't mean to look quite so alluring but the angle of her head tilted back forced her breasts to appear somewhat on the generous side. What female does that in front of my locker? It's practically an invitation.
I pushed away from where I'd been leaning against my locker and sauntered towards my new conquest. I saw no reason why I couldn't start working on her right away. It would only mean less work later. Not that I would have to work too hard to get her into bed. I am Reid Garwin after all. I stalked forward in my usual loose gait and positioned myself directly in front of her, blonde hair dangling slightly in front of my eyes in a way that makes all the girls go weak.
"So…" I drawled "If you don't do relationships, what do you do?"
Her eyes flew open to the sight of my body only centimeters in front of her own, a hand splayed against the locker next to her, and staring down at her with a grin plastered to my face.
She seemed taken aback for a moment, but after the shock of being pinned to locker wore off, she smiled warmly.
"Oh I'm afraid I can't' tell you that" she replied, with a glint in her eye that said she'd understood what I'd meant. I opened my mouth to complain but cut me off.
"I can however tell you another thing I don't do…" she trailed off suggestively. Don't ask me how that sounded sexy but somehow she managed to pull it off.
"Oh and what would that be?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her antics. She looked me in the eye and curled her index finger, telling me to come closer. I leaned down, doing as she asked. What man doesn't oblige a woman when she's trying to get his body closer to hers?
Even though I bent down considerably she still had to stand on her tippy toes as she stretched her body up to reach me ear. I got a nice view down her top while she was at it and I certainly wasn't complaining. What can I say; I'm a guy.
She cupped my ear with one hand and whispered, "Blondes." I'm sure I even felt her tongue brush against my earlobe as she rolled the L.
"Blondes what?" I asked in confusion, still staring at her cleavage.
"I don't do blondes." She stated, and without a second thought, she ducked under my hunched frame and walked away.
I straightened up and stood there staring after her for a little while, before smiling. Challenge accepted! Before the end of the night, she would me mine. One way or another, whether she realised it or not, she would do a blonde.
So what did you all think? I think my biggest challenge with this has been and will continue to be, to make Reid likable and yet not too romantic and girly. I'm really enjoying writing writing a romance from solely a guy's POV. I'd particularly like some feedback on the way I've characterised Reid. Do you think I've made him too nice?