His Blonde Little Secret

Chapter 6.

I stare dumb founded with my mouth hung open unattractively. Shock consumes every inch of my body, and I don't know how to react. The boy standing in front of me is a talking legend amongst high-schoolers.

It's Brody Baxter, one of the hottest and smartest students I've ever seen.

The Brody Baxter.

Brody transferred to Heywood High a year ago after moving from the opposite end of the country. In the first week he started, he immediately became sucked in with the populars. From the start, Brody was an instant hit with every pupil and every teacher. He made them laugh until their sides hurt, but he isn't obnoxious or condesencing like other students his age. Along with his flawless humour, Brody is freakishly smart.

Not just life smart, but book smart too. Brody never achieves anything below an A in every subject. Within a month or two of starting Heywood High, Brody moved up the school hierarchy system and became one of the most popular boys. He's captain of the football, cricket and cross country team...

I could talk about him forever. He lives the perfect life that every student wishes to have.

Heywood High's perfectly perfect pupil.

I stood in the shadows whilst the hype around Brody grew within the school. His hair is one of his best features. It's dark brown, but there's almost a golden tone to it when the sun hits him in the right angle. His hair would occasionally flop over his forehead and he'd run his hand through the thick strands, pushing it back whilst every girl in school stopped, stared and drooled. I listened to numerous conversations focused around the beauty of his bright green eyes, how enticing and charming they are. Even I couldn't deny the beauty of his features.

Brody always handled himself older than his age. His entire presence screaming maturity. The fact that he's over six foot tall doesn't help his ever growing fan base of teenage girls. I don't know him well, but he's always been known as one of the friendliest people in school.

There's a side of Brody that people don't know. He's mysterious, which you wouldn't expect.

Other than a few rumours, no-one knows Brody Baxter well, not even his closest friends in school. No-one knows anything about his family or his past which makes him one of the school's biggest mysteries. On the surface he's a stereotypical popular boy however the more attention you focus on Brody, the more the pile of questions grow.

He's never once had a girlfriend much to the despair of every single female in Heywood High. Now I have the dream boy stood in front of me, asking me if I'm okay. Holy smokin' cow.

Up close it became so obvious why a person pauses and stares whenever Brody is around. His eyes can instantly stop you in your tracks as you become hypnotised from the intensity of them. Looking into them now, the green holds small flecks of gold and I stare harder, scrutinising how enchanting they are. My eyes fall, lingering on his distinct cheekbones and the stubble along his angular jaw.

"Are you okay?" He asks me again, his eyebrow arching higher as he speaks. It takes me a few moments to realise he's talking to me. He isn't just talking to me, but he asked me a question. That means I have to respond to him.

My eyes widen a little and I instantly feel my body heat up with embarrassmment. My palms quickly grow clammy with nerves. My hands clasp together, and my gaze drops to the floor with nerves. I open my mouth to reply but no sound comes out.

Great job Bella... Act like the mute you are.

I mentally scold myself, battling with the simple task of speaking. My eyebrows knit together closely in frustration —

"S-sorry," I choke out, gripping onto my bag tightly before dodging out of his way and speed walking down the corridor. A waft of cologne hit me as I brush past him and I feel my head go light headed. Wow. Brody Baxter smells incredibly good.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I mutter to myself, swallowing the thick lump in my throat. My entire body is heating up in embarrassment and right now all I want to do is get the hell out of here. My cheeks are bright red, a clear sign of the humiliation I've buried myself in.

"I'm such an idiot." I add, feeling my eyes fill up with unshed tears. I force my legs to walk faster away from Brody and out of the corridor despite the burning sensation I can already feel in them. My side continues to throb from colliding with the wall but my pride is equally as bruised.

I push open the double doors, squinting as the sunlight streaming through the windows greets me. I'm supposed to be heading towards the Language department however my feet have a mind of their own. They immediately turn left, heading straight for the school doors. As I approach them, I feel a single tear escape from my eye running down my cheek.

It isn't fair, I don't want to be like this.

I didn't choose to be like this.

I can't help but worry that I'll spend the rest of my life being a socially awkward mute who has no friends. Will I spend the rest of my days feeling lonely? The question is engrained in my mind, and each day that passes, it becomes harder to ignore.

I feel a stabbing pain hit my heart which almost makes me keel over with despair. My brain is my own worst enemy when it comes to being social. How am I supposed to fight against my brain? I walk further and further away from Heywood High in an attempt to make myself feel human again.