Hi! This account is recent but I want you to know that I've been reading Winx fanfics since 2016. There hasn't been much updates lately so I decided to come around and write something to amuse the both of us. I have a lot of ideas in my head but I decided to write something simple yet interesting. I realized that there isn't one single story about a love triangle – I think, about Stella and Brandon, they're my favorite couple, so I decided to write one. It isn't that much different from other stories, but I'll try to make it as much unique and original as I can.

This story is set in Manhattan, New York, Stella and the rest of her friends are seventeen and they are seniors. I'll try to make everyone as they are in the show, but I wont promise anything because I can't have their beliefs and personalities of their show with some of the topics of my story.

At the end of every chapter I will be answering your reviews just because I feel like if you have a question then you'll need an answer and I'm also open to new ideas and critics. If I wrote a typo please tell me in the reviews and I'll fix it. I'm a human and I'm allowed to mess up sometimes. Also, the comment section is strictly based on opinions of my story, I you have some beef with each other then please take it outside, I don't want unnecessary reviews.

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Chapter One: The meeting

Stella sighed in despair, looking at her reflection in the slightly steamy mirror. She leaned forward and wiped it with the back of her hand but still couldn't see through. She honestly hated waking up early and it didn't help the fact that she also couldn't see herself in the mirror just because of some stupid fog.

"Stupid school," she muttered under her breath, squatting to fetch her blower. "Why does it even exist?" she sighed tiredly, turning it on and drying the mirror with it.

After a few couple of minutes, the fog died down and Stella could finally see herself. She shuddered in disgust when she saw how horrible she looked under the bright light of her bathroom. "God," she blew out a short breath.

Today was Stella's first day of school as a senior. Today is the beginning of the end. She was partially excited because this meant she could finally she her long-time friends after a two month vacation and because she was finally seeing Blake. Her crush since forever.

He was the popular guy at school. But not the kind of guy you're all imagining. No, he isn't a douche nor a prick. He's sweet and caring. Sure he does get around the girls but that's your normal seventeen year old boy. He cared about his grades and he was extremely passionate about sports. Specially volleyball, he's been the MVP of the team ever since he started in freshman year.

Freshman year was also the year where he became best friends with Stella. They both liked to joke around and pass their free time together by watching movies or eating out together.

Over the years Stella developed some kind of feelings for him. Of course he didn't know, but Stella was planning to change that today. She wanted him to know how much she loved spending time with him and how much she'd liked to be exclusive with him. Stella wasn't afraid of rejection, she was pretty sure Blake feels the same way about her, but there will always be that nervous feeling lingering around.

Sighing silently, Stella stepped into her shower and bathed herself quickly. No more than thirty minutes later she was out and brushing her slightly damp hair. She placed her yellow towel around her body and washed her teeth and face. She applied her everyday mascara and stepped out of her bathroom to retrieve her uniform.

Yes, uniform. The only thing that she hated about her school.

Luckily, since she was a senior this year, her nasty uniform changed into a way nicer one so she wasn't complaining as much as she did the years before. She put on her uniform and shoes and cleaned her room a bit before grabbing her blue backpack and heading downstairs.

"Morning," her mother chirped happily once she saw her daughter walk down the stairs. She was making pancakes and Stella's father was already seated at the table with his work clothes on.

"Morning mom," Stella smiled, placing her backpack on the floor and walking towards her father. "Hey dad."

"You're already dressed?" Radius stated in shock. "Who are you and what have you done to my daughter?"

Stella chuckled. "I'm still your daughter, dad." She answered playfully, shrugging. "And I'm just excited to see my friends, that's all."

"Well, I'm glad you decided to grow out of that 'I don't want to go to school phase.'" Luna commented with a shudder. "You were a real nightmare back then."

"I'm a senior now, you guys don't have to worry about me anymore." Stella offered, Luna placing a plate of two pancakes in front of her.

"But we do," Radius argued.

"Now more than ever," Luna nodded, agreeing with her husband. "Now comes parties, driving, alcohol, boys –"

"Sex," Radius interrupted his wife, sending his daughter a knowing look.

"That too," Luna glared at Radius and he shrugged carelessly.

"There's something called self-control, which I think I'm a master at, thanks to you guys." Stella deadpanned.

"Wait until you're under the influence, there's no such thing as self-control then." Radius muttered under his breath, sipping his daily morning coffee.

"Seriously dad?" Stella huffed. "I haven't had a drop of alcohol in the seventeen years I've lived, why is it such a big deal now?"

"Because now you're going to start to feel like a grownup." Luna told her. "You're going to start making decisions for yourself and you'll feel empowered, like you can do everything on your own."

"Look, I will drink alcohol if there's a party, I will talk to boys, possibly dance with them, but I won't be indulging in any type of sexual activity. I can assure you that. I know I'm not ready so why act like I am?" Stella promised them, sipping her grape juice.

"That's all we need, sweetheart." Luna smiled warmly. "Just a little assurance from you."

"And the truth," Radius added with a stern look. "Always the truth. We won't be mad as long as you always tell us the truth first."

"I will," Stella nodded. "And I have. I tell you guys everything, I feel like I have no privacy anymore." She joked.

"No priva – Oh you got to be kidding me," Radius groaned playfully as his daughter stood up from the table to wash her plate.

"I'm kidding, dad." Stella chuckled, glancing at the digital clock on the wall. 7:15. Crap. "I'm also going to be late, so . . ."

Radius nodded, standing up from the table and picking up his plate. Luna stopped him and shook her head, taking the plate from his hands. "You guys go. I got this."

"Thanks, mom." Stella said as she ran over her backpack to retrieve it. She kissed her mom goodbye and waited for her dad to do the same. "I love you!"

"Love you too! Have a great day!" Luna yelled back to her daughter who was already opening the door of her father's car to get inside. Before she could step in, a text interrupted her movements and she took her phone out, grinning like a loon when she saw who it was.

Blake.

Hey cutie! Where are you?

Cutie. Blake always knew what to call 's grin grew even larger. She fumbled with her backpack and threw it back to allow herself a seat.

I'm getting in the car. Sorry, running a bit late :(

"Dad!" Stella called Radius who was still saying goodbye to Luna. "Hurry up!" she huffed when she saw him looking for his lost keys.

"Wait a minute! Its only 7:15. School starts at 7:50." He threw his work papers to the backseat of the car.

"But I want a chance to talk to my friends before homeroom starts." Stella argued, gasping silently when she received another text message.

That's okay. Meet me by Mrs. Figueroa's classroom.

Stella smiled. That spot was their favorite.

Definitely. Be there in 15.

"You want to see your friends or Blake?" Radius nudged his daughter playfully, seeing her heavily invested on her phone.

"Both. That's why I want to be there early."

Radius hummed, taking a left turn. "You got everything you need?"

"Yep," Stella nodded. "Oh, don't pick me up today. Bloom's going to take me home."

"Alright." Radius nodded, entering the school's gate. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will." Stella took her backpack. "See you later, dad."

"Be safe," he told her before she closed the door and waited for her to enter the school's door.

With a delighted sigh, Stella stepped inside the school's ground and ran towards the spot she and Blake called theirs. It wasn't far away just a locker hall away. Taking a right, Stella smoothed out the edges of her skirt and smiled brightly when she saw him at the end of the hall, waiting for her. He looked as handsome as ever with his brunet hair all messy and his uniform plastered to his muscular body. Stella quietly tip-toed behind him and threw her hands around his torso without him knowing.

He grunted at the sudden weight, but eventually started chuckling softly as he recognized those manicured hands of her. "Someone wanted to scare me, huh?" he unhooked her slim arms from his waist and turned around, meeting her perfect face.

"Not quite," she giggled, refraining from throwing herself at him again. "Just wanted to surprise you." She shrugged, a small smile playing at the edges of her lips.

He chuckled at her futile attempt and sat down on the floor, gesturing her to sit down next to him. She obeyed his command and sat next to him as close as possible. "What have you been up to? Any mischief?" he asked her, placing his arm around her.

Stella shrugged, letting her head fall down to his shoulder. "Not much, really. I just stayed at my house, cleaning and cooking. Occasionally went to the beach with my cousin but that's about it." She answered. "What about you? You were the one that went away to play volleyball."

"Yeah, well, we had lots of fun. We won the majority of games and the guys went crazy on the girls. Every night they had a new one under their arms." He chuckled at the memory, Stella's grin subsiding at the mention of Blake and girls.

"A new girl every night, huh?" Stella tried to keep the venom out of her voice. "Sounds like you had a lot of fun."

"Fun?" he scoffed. "I never slept with one. Though, there was this time were I did make out with this chick named Rosa but that was only because the boys got me drunk. After that, I spent my nights sober and driving their drunk asses back to the hotel."

"You just stopped?" Stella repeated, her grin reappearing this time even larger than before. "Mind if I ask why?"

Blake suddenly stopped whatever he was doing with his hands and turned his gaze to the blonde beauty entangled in his arms. Yes, he did mind if she asked him. And yes, he had stop way before because of her. With a coy smile, he returned his gaze to the floor and shrugged. "I just stopped. I don't need alcohol or drinks anymore. I want to focus on my work, especially now that scouts are going to come to my games." He told her, dropping his smile. "And because I don't need sixty different girls at my bed every night when I could just have you." He whispered into her ear.

"H-H-ave m-me . . ?" Stella's golden eyes widened as soon as she heard that sentence come out of his mouth. She knew she liked Blake, he has been her crush for the past three years. But. . . sex?
She's not ready, even if it's with Blake.

By now, Blake had processed what he just said and gaped at her in astonishment. That did not come out the way he wanted . . . at all. "W-What I meant is that I have you, I don't need anyone else." He stuttered, standing up in a flash as soon as Stella started to grab her backpack to leave. "Look, I-Im so sorry, I don't think before I –"

"Solaria?" Miss Griselda's haughty voice rang through the hall. She stood there with her usual scowl on her face and her hands by her waist. "Did you forget about your reunion with Miss Faragonda or are you just late as usual?"

Stella's eyes widened for the second time in under ten minutes. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock. "Crap!" she shrieked. "I'm so sorry!"

Stella's POV:

Sex.

Blake just admitted to me he wanted to have sex with me. And every night at that. God. Is that all he wanted? Does he even like me? Or is he just talking to me because I'm not putting out and he's done some kind of bet with his friends?

Nah. He wouldn't do that to me. He never even mentioned having sex with me up until three minutes ago. Maybe it just slipped. He must be frustrated. I mean, two months without sex for a boy who has previously had must be hard. Right?

"Solaria, I know this doesn't come with the case, but I want to talk to you about your never ending tardiness." Griselda broke my thoughts. "It's like they never end."

"I arrived early today," I argued poorly, not giving a single care about this conversation.

"It's the first day of school. Of course you're early."

"I'm sorry, I forgot." I relented with a sigh like I always did with her. There's just no point in fighting a wall.

"I'm sure you did," she scoffed. "Luckily, what you're here for is also late so you don't have to worry."

"What am I here for?" I tried to ignore her earlier remark.

"Ask your headmistress." she nodded towards the office of Miss Faragonda.

I cautiously stepped in, slightly scared of what I would be encountered with. Okay, that was a bit dramatic, but I can't help it. I'm on my headmistress office without doing anything wrong.

"Good morning, Stella." Faragonda smiled at me, gesturing me to sit on a chair. "How is your day going so far?"

I resisted the urge to scoff at her question because so far, I've learned something I was well without knowing. "Great, I was just settling in. Sorry I'm late."

"That's okay," she waved her hand dismissively. "Next time you'll try to avoid it."

"Absolutely," I nodded in agreement.

"Very well," she clapped her hands together. "Your grade has a new exchange student coming today, and I was wondering if you could show him around. Since you know the school's ground from head to toe."

"A new senior student?" I asked curiously. "I thought students couldn't change school on their senior year."

"Yes, well, his family just moved to this state and paid an awful amount of money for his tuition so we couldn't decline him."

"And you want me to show him around? What about class? Am I going to be excused?" I questioned.

"Of course, but I doubt you'll need it. I've managed to pair all of his classes to yours so you can show him around as you change periods." Faragonda clarified. "All you need to do is take him to your first class. Mr. Montgomery is already explaining your group the new addition."

As Faragonda finished explaining, what I would have to do with this boy, the office's intercom made a loud noise, a second later, Griselda's voice could be heard. "The student has just arrived. I sent his parents to the secretary."

Faragonda nodded to herself as she stood up and told Griselda via the intercom that we were on our way. "Alright, as soon as Griselda and I leave to talk to his parents you're going to take him to his locker and explain everything class-like. Then, you'll be taking him to your class, which is . . ?"

"Spanish," I answered her silent question, following after her. "Do I have to spend the entire day with him?" I asked, hoping and hoping that I just have to show him around and then he can be on his own. I haven't spoken to my friends yet, and I desperately need at least thirty minutes of release.

"If you see that there's other people talking to him and spending some time with him, then no. I just want you to be his guidance for at least the first two hours. You're free to be with your friends after that." She said. "But I know you'll find yourself at ease with him. He has a big personality."

"You already met him?" I asked and Faragonda nodded.

"He's the son of two fellow students of mine. He's exactly like his dad. Appearance and personality wise. A breath of fresh air."

I nodded, relieved. It was nice knowing he's a good guy.

"Come on," Faragonda took a turn and we ended up in the main lobby of the school. Griselda was there, along with him . . . Brandon Shields.

No way.

"Good morning, Brandon. Glad to see you could make it." Faragonda greeted him with a bright smile, shaking his hand and moving to the side so he could see me. "I've arranged a student of your grade to come here and show you around. This is Stella."

I stood awkwardly at the side of Miss Faragonda, not knowing what to do. His honey brown eyes followed Faragonda's hand and met my gaze. His eyes only made me hitch my breath.

Brandon Shields is looking directly at my eye. The son of two famous entrepreneurs is going to be taking classes with me. I'm the one showing him around.

"Hi," he spoke, his lips tugging into a sly smirk as he took my appearance. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He may be hot, but he's also famously known for being a bad boy and a player. The wild child of the family.

"Hey," I forced myself to show a smile. His family was prestigious, his father owned a car company and his mother was the head of marketing. His older brother moved here, New York, to pursue his medical career and his younger brother was at the top of his class academically. The only bad one there was the middle child, him. He gets bad grades, drinks illegally, has sex, parties. He's like the bad apple. The one member that's going to end nowhere.

"I'm going to go to talk to your parents. If you don't mind I'll leave you here with Stella and you can ask her whatever you want." Faragonda smiled at him and patted his back before heading to her office.

Now, it was just the two of us.

The player and me.

"Stella ,right?" He walked over to me, his smirk still playing. "Nice to meet you. I'm Brandon."

"I know," I fake smiled at him before turning around and walking towards his locker. Faragonda gave me his information before she left.

"You know?" His smirk grew impossibly larger. "Am I really that popular?" he grinned proudly.

"I wouldn't be proud if I were you," I rolled my eyes at him. I really hated guys like him. They think they owned the world just because they own the girls. Sure he's hot, I wont rain on his little parade, but he's a bad influence and they more hostile I am, the more he'll stay away. "You're popularity is in vain."

This time he stayed quiet and I continued to walk. He seemed to be thinking about something, but, of course, I wouldn't know what. "This is your locker, number . . . 845."

"When are the volleyball try-outs?" he questioned, throwing his books into his locker.

I raised my eyebrow at him and admired the way his muscles clenched tightly. "You play volleyball?" I ask, instead of answering his question.

He glanced at me briefly before returning his gaze to his books. "Yeah, I've been playing since I was a kid. That's how I plan on getting a scholarship."

A scholarship? That's what Blake wants.

"Are you any good?" I licked my lips nervously. He could throw Blake out of his highchair if he's as good as I imagine. Not that I didn't have any faith in Blake, but Blake is self-taught, he started volleyball just to pick up a hobby. He hasn't been training since he was a kid like Brandon.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stared at me. "Does being MVP of my team since I started good enough?"

Damn.

"Would you stop staring at him?" I scolded my friend, Musa, who was currently raking her eyes along Brandon's fit body. She wasn't the only one though, the entire classroom, specially the girls, was staring at him in awe. I was worried that he might want to sit with me for the sake of being annoying, but the second he entered that door, he went directly to our guy group and sat with them. Apparently, he knew them and they knew him. The girls weren't paying attention, instead, they were gossiping about how hot Brandon is. I think I might've even heard one of them say that she slept with him.

Blake was in the room, not giving a single care as always, talking to his friends. I sighed when I saw him, he's so handsome, it makes me want to kiss him endlessly. But I can't, mainly because I ran like a chicken when something unintentionally stumbled out of his lips.

"I can't help it," Musa shook her head, a smile appearing on her lips. "He's hot."

I groaned in frustration. "Yes, I know he's hot, but can we just focus on me now?"

"I think you're overreacting, Stell." Bloom piped in. "Blake said something he wasn't supposed to say, so? Talk to him and clear things up. I thought you were going to tell him about your crush today?"

"She's too much of a chicken to tell him," Musa snorted a laugh and I sent her a murderous look.

"I am not a chicken." I huffed, jutting my chin upward.

"Tell him then. He's right there," Bloom pointed to the left side of the classroom where Blake was seemed seated and laughing at something his friends said.

"I'll tell him tomorrow," I told them, taking my eyes off his figure. Bloom and Musa sent me a knowing look. "Okay, I am not a chicken. I can't tell him today because I got to show around our new hunk of a classmate, yeah?"

"You're just making up excuses now," Musa rolled her eyes. "If I were you, I'd walk up to him and tell him right now that I like him. It's not like he doesn't have a list of girls waiting to screw him."

"I'm not worried about that," I told Musa with a frown. "He told me he stopped."

"And why did he stop? Because he likes you." Bloom pointed out cleverly.

I sighed, glancing for the thousand time at Blake. He told me he stopped hanging out with girls, but where is the evidence? He could be lying for all I know. But then again, he would never lie to me.

"Alright," I summoned an air of confidence. "I'll tell him." I declared. "But I'll tell him tomorrow."

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