Chapter 1.1

‘Is that lavender… no, it must be cool breeze.’ The young boy thought as a female walked straight past him with her long brown hair with highlights slightly brushing past him. As she walked past, he could do nothing but gaze at her beauty. Even for a back view, anyone could tell that was a gem in a pile of rocks.

‘Emilia, why couldn’t you notice me just a tad bit more?’ The young boy thought to himself as he let out a sigh. His gaze went from the beauty that just walked past next to the buff male whose arms were almost as thick as his thighs. Letting out a tsk sound, he shook his head.  ‘Instead you chose that brute of a person to become your lover.’

Weird isn’t it? This young boy admiring a girl who probably hardly notices him and he thinks all of these things. If it were me, I would think this was a genuine stalker here, but I would be mistaken. It’s just your average fifteen year old male who is admiring his crush from a few feet away. His black hair that cut off right before his eyebrows made him seem slightly emo. He was around six feet tall, but just a few inches underneath. Wearing a black t-shirt along with some black shorts, it surely didn’t change the idea that he could have been an emo. However, he wasn’t.

Shortly after her figure went around the corner making the young boy lose all interest in anything. He turned his attention around to his blue locker and started rummaging through it looking for his text books for his next class. Bang!

Snapping his head around, he was greeted by a face only a feet away from him. The person in front of him is your normal playboy figure. Smooth brown hair, clean white face, and hazel eyes. Don’t even mention his body that all the females adored. The playboys hand was on the side of the young boys face, while the playboy himself was staring at the young boy.

“Mother fucker! Keep your lewd eyes off my sister before I teach you a lesson for real this time. You think shoving you in the locker last week wasn’t good enough, this time i’ll throw your ass in the dumpster.” The playboys voice was as cold as ice. This threat, it couldn’t be real right?

The young boy gave a slight nod, while turning back around to his locker. ‘This bastard won’t throw me in a dumpster.’

Smack! A hand slapped the young boys head causing his head to go forward a bit. The force behind the palm strike was a bit strong, it almost made the young boy bang his head against the back wall of the locker.

“Who the hell told you to turn around! Huh?” The playboy's voice sounded like he was angry.

‘Fuck you! You damn bastard! Just wait, i’ll make you regret this shit.’ The young boy said to himself as he lifted his head up and turned back around.

‘Fuck all of you too. Pretending like you don’t see shit.’ He cursed all these students who walked passed and glanced in his direction but continued to walk away. Some of them even used their cell phones to take pictures or record this. Humiliation! No, this was far from that! He was humiliated last week when he finally got to talk to his crush, but this bastard in front of him got upset and shoved him in a locker. All of this happened right in front of her as well!

Who was she? The perfect angel, almost perfect grades, captain of the cheer squad and a member of the track team. From her looks, to her grades all the way down to her attitude. It could be described as almost being perfect. It wasn’t just him, every male in this damn school was checking her out as she walked past. I mean, who wouldn’t? That fine ass she had, those C-cup breast, her luscious pink lips. Just thinking about it made him have a strange sensation in his pants.

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If anything, this playboy in front of him should be one of his closest friends. Even if he was her brother, they still grew up together. Childhood friend? I wouldn’t say friend, but these three basically knew each other since they were in diapers. Both their mothers worked at the same company, and they were next door neighbors. Every single school they went to was the same, nothing was different. So why, why the hell were things like this?

Her brother should be rooting for him going out with her, but instead he let that other guy go out with her. Every time the young male thinks about this, it gets his blood boiling.

“Look Nate I-” The young boy said, but couldn’t finish as his shirt was grabbed.

“Fuck! You think we are buddies? Best pales or some other bullshit! Just because I grew up next to you doesn’t mean shit! My name is Nathaniel, and that's what you will call me. Maybe if we were friends I would let you call me Nate, but hell no. I don’t like your stupid ass!” Nathaniel said as he threw the young boy back, making him fall against the locker.

“Let me catch you looking at my sister like that again, i’ll fucking kill you!” He told the young boy as he walked away.

Brushing himself off, the young boy shot a glare at the surrounding students who were giggling at him. “The fuck you laughing at!” He yelled at them. Turning around, he grabbed his books and walked away.

‘Damnit Nate, you just had to go mess up my new shirt didn’t you. I swear on my name, that if i ever get the chance to, i’ll kick your ass real good and make you beg on your hands and knees that you never messed with me. Or else my name isn’t Adrian Miller!’ He sighed as he thought to himself. Beating up Nate who was the star of their basketball team was nothing but a hopeless dream of his. Adrian could barely hold his own against a middle schooler, so how could he hold his own against Nate.

Luckily for Nate, he didn’t know that when he caught Adrian talking to Emilia that wasn’t his first time talking to her. Adrian had his small talks with her here and there, but it wasn’t anything too major. If he did talk to her, it was usually to get pointers on something he couldn’t figure out. Even though they grew up together, she usually never hung out with him. As for her not knowing his name, well that's what he always thought since she hardly talked to him. Hell, when they were in class she never even glanced his way. But yet, he was still attracted to her.

Adrian always wondered when he had these feelings, but he could never understand. Even though Nate made it seem like he was the top dog and Adrian was at the bottom of the food chain, Adrian still attracted the eyes of a few females. However, could they compare to what he was looking at? Not even close! Adrian’s standards for females were high, it was like there was only one person who could fill that spot. But she just so happened to be taken.

‘Ahhh! Forget it, I’d better go to class before Mr. Cole goes ape shit on me again.’