The bell wrang snapping me back to reality. Devin Cole. Most popular boy in school. Goes to all the parties. Gets all the girls. Quarterback on the football team. The highschool dream guy. And like every highschool dream guy, he had the "highschool dream girl". Melony Castor. Devil blond, peircing eyes, perfect little "princess", cheerleader. However, Devin has already sheated on her five times this month alone. They're not in the most healthy relationship right now. My lips turned up in a smile as i closed my locker door and turned around.
There, noses only centimeters apart, was Devin. Gorgeous amber eyes pearing into my very soul. "Brooke," he said with a devious smile," listen, i'm having a party this weekend, my parents are out of town and all, and I was wondering if you'd be there." He asked. Why was the most popular boy in school asking me to his party? Well, you see, i am sorta popular too, but in a different way. I was known for giving guys what they wanted at parties. Always. No eceptions. I was invited, it happened. Not so fun a life to live in highschool huh?
I looked him up and down slowly, like i do all the guys when they ask me to their party, biting my lip. "Yeah, sure, why not?" I said. He gave me his devil of a smile. "Starts at nine o'clock sharp, this friday, don't be late." He said, then leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait." He said. Then he walked off.
For the rest of the day, i fidled with my starnge, rainbow at the tips and bangs plus brown everywhere else, hair. I wore usual clothes, ripped skinny jeans, neon colored tanks under a black crop top or ripped shirt. I was an average person, no guys could ever really like me, especialy Devin. Could he?