Two 11 year old boys were fighting, punching each other faces until one of them fell on the ground with blood all around his mouth. He was trying to catch his breathe as he was almost out of it. Besides he felt weak and tired from that fight. His brunet hair was covering his naïve and innocent but brave and caring eyes. The other was standing smirking in victory. He didn't suffer that much as the first boy but did have some small bruises. Throwing back his light brown hair and revealing his blue eyes he looked at the fallen boy.
"What a weak coward you are!" he said still smirking. The fallen boy couldn't take that. He clenched his fists and rushed at him trying to give him another punch but…. His rival stood aside letting the boy fell on his face.
"Wanna get more? Fine then!" The boy's rival grabbed him from his collar ready to punch him on the face. The letter couldn't do anything as he was completely out of energy to at least push him away.
"No, please, Daniel!" a cute and innocent but unsure voice of a girl suddenly sounded out of the gathered kid's crowd that wanted to enjoy the show. "Please, let him go. It's not his fault." The girl grabbed the boy's who was Daniel, hand which was to punch the burnet. Obeying to the innocent girl's angelic blue eyes and soft touch, he released him. The brunet fell down again with a loud bump. "Please, let's go."the girl tried to convince as she noticed the way Daniele drew glares at the brunet.
"Fine! I'm coming!"he said at last. The crowd git disappointed as they wanted to see a brutal fight but then everything was over. There was nothing to do but to leave the place. Daniel's friend stood by his side waiting for him. But before he went, he turned his head proudly at the brunet he had poor expression on his face and said smirking.
"See, Brandon, girls always like only winners!"
Hearing that was enough to mentally destroy him. And giving in he let his head bow and clear drops of fresh tear flow down on the ground.
Brandon's POV
RIIING! RIIIING!
'Will this stupid alarm stop irritating me every morning!' At last my hand reached that nasty mechanical invention of god knows who shutting it up. Ah, at last peace again until…
"Big bro, get up! Breakfast is ready and we're going to attend our new school here!" a little girl's sweet voice came out from the other side of my locked door. Groaning I struggled to get up. Sometimes I hate mornings when you want to get especially your sweet sleep. Lazily I git up and made my way to the bathroom then changed my outfit and went down to the kitchen.
"Good morning, mom! Milena!"
"Good morning, honey." My mom kissed me on my cheek as I sat down on a chair.
"Hi, big bro!" my sister's cute voice cheered. She is a brunet like me and as deep brown but sweet eyes. I so love my 8 year old little sis. She's adorable.
"Too excited, huh?" I asked.
"Mum, new school, new friends!" she cheered. But inside I wasn't that happy as she was. Maybe for her it's a new school but for me… I was there 7 years ago and always had fights as all I wanted was to protect those who were weak and to get her love and heart…. But she always hung around him why? Because she fell in love with him. I felt rejected by her though I never told her about my feelings as I was a coward and she was always kind to me, accepting me as a close friend and nothing more. That was one of the reasons I moved to Los Angeles, another reason was my dad's new and profitable job. And that job is now the main cause we moved back here. I'm a little unsure of what will happen. I wonder if she's still here and loves him? If they are a couple now? That last part was hurtful, you know.
After we had breakfast mom took Milena to her school and I grabbed my bag and headed to mine as it was near our house. During my walk my memories of the past took over my mind as flashbacks came and went one after another and what was the worst his words "Girls always like only winners" popped again in my mind. I so hated that day, a day when I was faced with reality. And the most frustrating thing was that he was right. During all this period the girls I saw always chose only so called winners, bad boys, players, who unintentionally or intentionally broke their hearts. And my wish and dream of finding a right girl for me slowly lack. Now that I'm heading back I might face her. And what will happen then? I w was so deep in my mind that hadn't noticed someone rushing, no bumping, no flying at me making both of us fall. Feeling the impact of the ground on my nose I winced and covered it when suddenly it felt wet. When I looked at me hand I saw so crimson liquid! Oh my luck, my first day is ruined by an insane…. Blonde? I guess she hurt the back of her head considering the way she was holding it.
"Hey, miss, look at your freaking way!" I hissed but she didn't even reacted as she lifted herself and rushed away. Blondes… the theory about them is right after all . Now how am I going to introduce myself like this!
"Are you ok?" was heard. As I turned my head my head I saw a familiar girl standing there with the most caring expression I've ever seen. She had those night black and long straight hair, snow white skin, crimson soft lips and deep blue-grey eyes. I swallowed hard as I recognized her. She became even more gorgeous. No scratch that, no one has invented such word yet to express her beauty.
"Annette?"
