Blame It On Gravity

Stereotypical

“I don’t have time for your games, Dolciani,” I called out to him.

“You should start being nice to me,” he said, I could even hear the smirk in his voice.

“And if I don’t?” I challenged, turning back to look at him in the eyes. We were only a few feet away from the light post so his eyes looked like a dark blue from where I was standing.

“I’ll make your life in high school a living hell. Simple as that,” he shrugged. “I am the most popular guy in school, and the guy all the girls want. One word from me, your rep is out the door,” he smirked.

“Bring it on,” I told him as I unlocked the car and popped the trunk.

“You sure about that DeLuca?” he smirked, following me.

I slammed it shut and looked at the guy who was leaning against the side of my car, looking at me with his eyebrow raised. He stood there in his Greek god, model-like glory, his brown hair messier than normal - which made it look better in a fascinating way. He was wearing black skinny jeans with Vans on, and a simple white V-neck. “You know, it’s not polite to stare,” he said smirking.

“I’m sorry. My brain isn’t processing something,” I said as I tilted my head to the side. “I was once told that we were all beautiful in our own ways, but I don’t know what fucked you up,” I  said as I shook my head and pushed past him to open the car door. He put his hand over mine when I had my hand on the handle to stop me.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he whispered in my ear, which sent chills down my spine and walked away.

“Nice car by the way,” he shouted to me before he then got into a sleek matte-black GT Porsche and drove off.

~~~

I picked up my brother from the gym before I head home. I forced myself to push those blue eyes out of my mind. When we got home, Tristan was on the couch in his sweats, looking very comfortable, while watching a movie. “Hello,” he greeted.

“Hi, how was practice?” I asked, setting my bag down, and sitting next to him.

“It was pretty shitty. Coach was being an ass because his daughter slept with one of my teammates and decided to put his anger towards me since I’m captain. So I am very tired,” he sighed. I pat his knees comfortingly and got up, took the bags from the coffee table and walked into the kitchen laid them all out.

Tristan walked in, and started looking through it. “How was first day of school?” he asked as he got his food and dumped it all on a plate.

“Sucked,” I said and grabbed my own papaya salad.

“What happened?”

“I don’t like working with people. I hate having partners. I’m stuck with this asshole for both Business and Chemistry,” I huffed.

“Same person?” he asked, taking a bite of his salad while looking at me. I nodded. “Who?” he asked. “I might know them.”

“Jr Dolciani,” I muttered, and he almost choked on his food. He quickly grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down. He laughed when he caught his breath. “You know him?”

He just kept laughing. “Who doesn’t?”

“You’re such a jerk. Not helping,” I glared.

“You don’t like him?”

“Have I not made that clear?” huffed.

“You don’t even know the guy. He’s pretty good. He was my Co-captain last year, and he’s a smart guy. He just has some commitment issues.”