Brendan and Braden were both so different from each other. Despite this, I couldn't quite get their names right.
"So," I awkwardly started, "Brandon? How are you?"
"Try again, pumpkin." Bren- wait. BRADEN suggested.
"Sorry, Braden. Your names are pretty similar." I replied, blushing. After all, I have to convince them I'm innocent first.
"I'm good, thanks for asking. Uh what's your name?" He asked raising his eyebrows trying to look interested.
"I'm - "
I was interrupted by someone tapping on my shoulder. As I turned to my right to face the culprit of my annoyance, Brendan spoke up.
"Braden," Venom layering his friendly tone, " Can I speak to you for a second?"
"Sure, mate."
Oh my god. Braden had a Australian accent. Are you kidding me? I know my new favorite between Braden and Brendan. Sorry for being a stereotypical girl, but that's just hot.
They got up and started walking towards the door, telling the teacher thy would be in the hallway. Not wanting to miss any action, I sauntered up to the front of the class.
"May I be excused to use the restroom?" Curiosity was barely audible above my usual bored tone.
"Of course," Mr. Butthole looked up, "Brittany."
I walked into the hall and saw Brendan and Braden in the hall whisper-yelling at each other.
"Um, Brendan," I could tell who he was by his piercing green eyes, "Could you show me where the bathroom is?"
"I'd love to - " He was replying but was cut off by Braden.
"I'll show you, doll face." He began walking so I innocently followed. I didn't dare look back at Brendan whom I'm sure was shooting Braden daggers. Ah, a classic love triangle. I enjoyed attention over me, this should be fun.
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Plot Twist, I'm The Player
Teen FictionWho says the guy is always the player? Ha, as if. You wouldn't guess I was a "player" from just looking at me. But believe me, I have come to accept it. A/N I am known to be "funny" I suppose. If you read this, I hope you will laugh, because happin...
