Every Little Thing

Chapter One

            I shouldn’t have even woken up this morning. I’m late to class already and my stupid locker wouldn’t open. I kicked it, causing a loud echo to sound through the halls. I flipped the hair out of my eyes and looked up, spotting Jacen strolling down the corridor. I know he’s had crush on me since forever and I had him wrapped around my little finger. Perfect. 

            “Hey, Jace, honey?" I said in flirtiest tone of voice I could manage at this hour in the morning.

            “Oh, hey Bree. What’s up?" He jogged the distance between us and I tried to look as cute as possible.

            “My locker’s broken and I need someone to fix it. I don’t even know how it happened!" I giggled out and flashed him my best smile. He puffed out his chest and looked intently at the locker.

            “Oh, yeah sure! I can fix that. It’s simple; just stand back." At that I took 2 steps back and he ran his shoulder into the locker. It sprung open and I squealed, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you boo!" I grabbed my books and before he could say anything else I strutted away, my shoes clicking against the tiles of the hall. 

            This wasn’t a one-time thing; I had most of the boys around here completely under my spell. That’s just how it is. I’m Breanna McDell: head cheerleader, AP student of the year since 2009 and I’ve got the hottest boyfriend in all of Miami, Jake. He was hugely built which contrasted with my tiny frame. He had huge brown eyes and blonde hair. We’d been dating since 7th grade when my daddy started working with his. 

            In this school, you either want to fuck me or be me; that’s just how it goes. I’m not complaining at all; I worked hard to get to the top of this social ladder and no one’s going to ruin it for me. I walked into my math class and everyone turned to face me as I walked in the door. Usually I would have loved the attention, but today was different. There was a boy standing at the top of the class beside the teacher. “What the hell?" I whispered under my breath as I took in his appearance. He obviously wasn’t from around here. He had long, wavy, brown hair and an oversized leather jacket on with an opened grey zip up hoodie underneath, a white tee shirt and black tight pants with black and grey Converse on. He looked like a grunge freak. He looked me in the eye and I swear I felt sick. His eyes were the greenest things I’ve ever seen and they pierced my soul as I looked into them. His body language screamed ‘stoner’ and I couldn’t wait to get away from hm. He smirked and blatantly checked me out by scanning me up and down, then bringing his eyes up to meet mine again with his smirk still in place.

            “Ah, Breanna, nice of you to join us. I was just introducing a new student we have this week, Eric Scott." Mr. Nelson said in a monotone voice. “Since I caught him smoking on school grounds this morning,” he starts, shifting his focus from him to me, “and you’re late to class today, instead of both giving you detention, you’re going to be his guide for the next week so that I can go home instead of supervising you two. While in school, you eat together, sit together, and you can bond, too." he said sarcastically. Such a repulsive man. I just flashed him my best smile and sat down in my seat at the back of the class.

            He followed me, dragging his bag behind him. He dropped it on the ground and slid into the seat next to me. He smelled like cigarettes and Axe and he didn’t seem to be interested in anything but me; and, for once in my life, it made me uncomfortable. After 10 minutes of feeling eyes burning a hole in the side of my face, I turned around and there he was, staring at me like it wasn’t rude at all. He still had that irritating smirk on his face while he obnoxiously chewed his gum.

            “Can I help you?" I snapped. I’m not in any way going to back down and be soft. He’s got to know who runs this school.

            “Got a problem?" He said with a playful tone in his voice. It was husky and sweet at the same time, causing a shiver to involuntarily run down my spine.

            “Do you have to stare at me?" I replied.

            He looked me up and down again and after a few moments said, “Well, I like to observe my targets before I decide to go for them. I get want I want, and what I want," he spoke softer with every word until he was whispering in my ear, “is you." 

            “You’re repulsive" I shot back with confidence. 

            “But you want me." he whispered again in my ear. 

            “I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, you stoner," I snapped, getting tired of my personal space being invaded.

            “Like I said," he spoke again, “I get what I want." He brought his finger up to my cheekbone and traced my skin. He made eye contact with me and the back of my neck started to get tense. I was so hypnotized I didn’t realize the bell had rung until he was by the door.

            “See you around, Breanna," he said, smirking. God, I hate him already.