Playing With The Bad Boy

he knows

Chapter 2. He knows

"At least you made the team" my best friend Amber states lazily draped against the locker next to mine as I fish for my Psychology text book.

"She's got a point" Olly adds typing away on his phone.

"Yeah but that idiot new kid almost ruined it for me" I groan slamming my locker closed beginning my usual walk to class with my best friends.

"Wait!" Amber snaps jumping in front of me with wide eyes, "What?" I ask out of pure confusion at her frantic state.

"What's his name?" She eagerly asks, "Uh.. I don't remember.. smaxel gresley" I mumble not able to remember the name of the guy's name. Was it Graxel? No that doesn't sound righ-

My train of thought is suddenly cut as Amber's bright blue eyes glow with happiness, "Axel Wesley?" She half yells with both an ecstatic tone and surprised one and I shrug in response.

"Brown hair? Tall? Looks like a sex god?" She asks and I roll my eyes reluctantly nodding and she nearly faints in response.

"Axel Wesley! No way, he's the hot new kid everybody's been talking about where the hell have you been?" She rhetorically asks throwing her hands up to emphasize her point. Meet my best friend Amber Shae, my polar opposite. I'm not entirely sure how we are friends but they say opposite attracts.

My best friend Amber is one of the boldest people I know, I've always admired how she never cares what anybody thinks about her. I really can't imagine life with out her, whenever I've needed anybody she's there in a heart beat.

Along with Olly Hennings, my other best friend. Olly is more like me, we both have a passion for filmmaking and he just kind of gets me. Don't you love those people?

"Oh but that's the thing Amber, he's no Stephen" Olly smirks and I roll my eyes at this, "shut up" I murmur fiddling with the hem of my blouse.

"Besides, I have a life that doesn't revolve in high school gossip" I snicker and she narrows her eyes at me, "oh like that short film competition? How's that going by the way?" She asks and wince at the thought of it immediately flooded with stress and anxiety.

"I don't know... Olly and I have been stressing out about it, with baseball season and Grandma Rosa getting sick again" I ramble in a low tone.

Truth is, I want nothing more then to win that short film competition that's creeping around in a couple months. I have my heart set on going to film school, I've always found the production of movies both profound and brilliant. The winners of the competition get a scholarship to this Film School in San Francisco, I've been working with a group of friends including Olly in my film club for the past few months, but it's been a struggle to say the least.

My train of thought is suddenly stopped when I crash into something hard face first dropping my phone and books all over the floor including the books of who ever I bumped into. I mumble a few curse words bending down as I grab my psychology notebook. As I'm reaching for my text book somebody else grabs it, I look up to meet a somewhat familiar pair of chocolatey brown eyes.

"Garcia"

"Wesley"

"Somebodies a little clumsy" he smirks handing me my text book. I snatch the text book shooting him a venomous glare. Not him again. A small purple reddish bruise like mark catches my eye just above his jawline. That wasn't there yesterday.

"Somebody should watch where they are going" he teases grabbing his books as I pick up my phone standing up, "you know, you still haven't told me your name Garcia, do you have a name? Or can I call you mine" he asks with a breathtaking smile playing at his lips as I visibly cringe at the sad pick up line.

My lips part to make a snarky remark back but are suddenly stopped when I hear the voice of somebody else, "her name is Carolina" Amber gushes with a blush clearly love struck by the model before us.

I furrow my eyebrows mouthing the words 'what the fuck' to her as she snickers. I turn back to Axel who's lips are now twisted into a wicked grin like he's won whatever the hell this is.

"Pretty name" he compliments, "thanks" I mutter trying to hold back the disgust in my voice as the bell for first hour rings.

"Well I'd love to sit here and chat all day but I gotta go to class" I awkwardly say shifting uncomfortable at all the dirty looks I'm receiving from girls around me.

"Later" he chuckles continuing his stride to class.

I roll my eyes continuing to walk with Amber and Olly to my fourth hour class. I take a seat in class where the only empty seats are towards the middle. My attention darts to the deep chuckles booming in the back of the room, my gaze soon meets Axel Wesley's. Can I get a break from this kid?

He's sitting next to a few guys on the baseball team, the "kings" at Cedar Wood High. Grayson Parker, Nolan Johnson, and Cooper Wilson. I've never known why, put people praise them like they are gods at this school.

I shrug it off taking my psychology homework out ignoring the grumble in my stomach of hunger, one more hour, one more hour, one more hour until lunch.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my trance when I feel a repeated amount of buzzing in my back pocket. I grab my phone out of my back pocket to see a multiple notifications. Woah since when am I this popular?

Madalynn, 10:36 p.m : I miss you babeeee

Madalynn's best friend, 10:36 p.m : are we still meeting in the bathroom before 7th hour? ;)

Samantha, 10:37 p.m : my parents are won't be home, come over tonight :*

Taylor, 10:39 p.m : meet me after 5th hour in the janitor's closet ;)

That one blonde, 10:39 p.m : hey babe :))

That one blonde's sister, 10:39 p.m : wanna hang out after school? ((;

Who are these people?

I don't understand I don't know any of these people, how do I have these contacts saved? How do they have this number, how-

And that's when it suddenly dawned on me.

I grabbed Wesley's phone, not mine in the hallway. I'm usually not this clumsy I swear, I observe the phone in my hand realizing that we have the same phone and case. I gotta give it to him he must have taste.

I immediately turn around spinning my body around so fast I'm sure I heard a crack in my spine. I feel my eyes nearly widen out of my head at the sight of Axel waving my phone around in his hand with a mischievous smirk. Oh no, he knows.

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