Chapter 2

All Waverly Owls Know That Good Things Tend To Come In Small Packages

Heath Ferro and Brandon Buchanan were walking back from Laselle, the student exercise gym, from putting in a few hours of weight training to prepare for field hockey practice come season openings, when they saw a few small crowds of students, clustered together by the main building. They couldn't see what was on the other side of the clusters though.

"What do you think's going on?" Brandon asked Heath curiously, pushing his bag strap over her shoulder again as it began to slide down.

"I don't know," Heath pretended to think, "Maybe one of the girls decided to go streaking in the snow on a dare." He grinned devilishly.

"Mhm… right," Brandon rolled his eyes. Heath's perverted tendencies were getting a bit old, but yet, hadn't they since he first met him freshman year? Brandon began walking towards the crowd, leaving Heath in his wake.

"Wait up man!" Heath yelled as he jogged to catch up to Brandon and they joined the crowd.

There, placed in front of the crowd, being stared down by the curious students, was a Hummer H3 stretch limousine, parked on the sidewalk leading up to the main building. Students were chattering curiously about who was inside of it, since everyone had returned from Winter Break yesterday, and nobody they'd seen had ever arrived in a limo to Waverly, at least not that kind of limo.

Suddenly, the driver of the limo walked around to the right side, the side facing the students, and opened up one of the farther back doors. A young man, probably a junior, maybe a senior, jumped out of it and stood up. He was wearing a band tee, messy old chords over brand new, clean Converse and a black fedora He had sandy brown hair that was completely messy, but seemed to look perfect on him, perfect summer tanned skin, that was totally natural, you could tell, despite it being the dead of winter, and strange, mystical cloud gray eyes. He was pulling on a puffy Calvin Klein black winter jacket as he stood up straight. When he was fully covered he looked around at the crowds of students, the guys staring at him curiously, and the girls in the crowd giggling, sighing, and gasping as they got a good look at him.

"Christ, he's good looking." Heath grunted.

Brandon laughed, "Why, you interested?"

Heath lightly punching him in the gut, "No, dipshit, he's… more… attractive," He practically whispered the last word, "than me." Brandon looked at Heath blankly, "That means I have competition asshole."

"Oh, right." Brandon raised his eyebrows. Heath wasn't even competition. Despite his dashing good looks and constant nights spent with girls at the school, he was a complete jerk, asshole, and a pervert. He only got girls because he was lucky and charmed them, but everybody knew he was a skeeze anyway.

People looked away from the new guy and back at the limo as the door stayed open. Suddenly, a bright yellow high heel stepped out of the limo, followed by a long, slender, and very California tanned leg, and onto a toned thigh, and then the following leg. Heath raised one eyebrow curiously. An inappropriately short for winter dress appeared, the deep V-neck showing off a delicious amount of tanned cleavage, slightly squeezing together over a long chain necklace. Then the rest of the body came out. A long slender neck and a head.

The girl stepped out of the limo and all the guys in the courtyard's jaws seemed to drop.

She was a goddess. She was tan, and thin, with perfect curves in all the right places, perfect not too big, not too small cleavage, beautiful gray eyes surrounded by smoky makeup, ruby red plush lips rivaling those of Angelina Jolie's, and flowing, wavy golden blonde hair with thick, straight bangs that went down to her eyebrows, covering her forehead, making her look shy and sweet, yet devilishly naughty.

Heath was in love.

And, it sure looked like all the other guys were too.

She didn't put on a coat, she just turned around to shut the door herself, revealing the backs of her perfect calves and thighs, and showing that she had a great, tight butt too as she grabbed her purse from the limo seat before closing the door. She turned back around, her hair swaying gently as she walked with a sassy wiggle to her hips, while her bangs stayed in place. The driver retrieved a whole bunch of bags and a few rolling suitcases and lugged them by himself into the main building.

Nobody moved from the crowd, and everybody was silent for a moment. Soon enough, the driver left the main building, got back into the limo, and drove away, as the new students were probably checking in.

Brandon was amazed that the guy seemed unflustered by all of the stares, and the girl didn't even seem to notice. They were probably used to it. They were like supermodels, except hotter.

After another moment of silence, the chatter began, loud and shout-like as everybody was still a little surprised.

"Who the fuck was that?" Heath asked excitedly. He couldn't get the image of the girl's perfect body and beautiful face out of his head.

"I don't know, but I wanna find out." Brandon agreed quietly. He kept thinking of the girl as well. He didn't know who she was, but he wanted her. Any thoughts of Callie, Jenny, and Elizabeth were wiped out of his head when she got out of that limo.

The problem was, it seemed like every guy who was in the crowd here wanted her, and he was pretty sure that once the rest of the male population on campus got a look at her, they'd want her too.

Heath didn't say anything else for a moment, then simply stated, "Tinsley's gonna be pissed."

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