Chapitre 1: Chapter 1
Being popular hasn't always been so easy. Especially if you're popular with the ladies. I call myself a women-pleaser, not a womanizer or player. Don't get me wrong, but I mostly do my best to make a women happy; whether it's picking up their pencil, lending them my notes, taking their picture, or simply going on a date.
I have a three-word routine, "meet, play, leave". I meet the girl, play with the girl, then leave the girl. It's simple as that. It's not my problem if they eventually fall for me, that's what they get for thinking too much of the process.
"I swear! Aidan agreed to go on a date with me!"
"He did for me too! Well, I guess he would go on a date with anyone huh?"
That Aidan guy they're talking about, yeah, that's me.
My day had started with a simple sunlight hitting my eyes on the pep on my window. I then stumble upon to get up on my feet then head towards my drawer. I open my closet where I hung my uniform that I had worn for the past year already. I grab my bag and my mini carton of milk and head towards the my front door.
I arrive to my usual bus stop, there, was a small metal bench with 1 vending machine and a street mirror right next to it. Everyday, I'm always alone in this bus stop, so it's my most peaceful time of the day. Where I can truely be myself. Without thinking, I brought myself to the mirror and starting to see myself.
"Ah man! I didn't even do my hair. Oh well, girls think that bedhead looks cute anyways. Hah what am I kidding? I'm dangerously good looking. Who wouldnt want some of this?" I say to myself. I later then start flex my arm, afterwords turn my body side to side and start making poses. I proceed to drink my milk when I noticed I already drank it all. "aw man. I need more milk."
I turn to my left where the vending machine, I see a girl standing in front of it. She has medium brown hair in a low ponytail, carrying her wallet in her hand and wearing a backpack with a bunch of words on it.
"AH!" I shreked. OKAY HOW LONG HAS THIS GIRL BEEN HERE?! Did she hear everything I said? Let alone see what I was doing in front of the mirror?! Oh god!
She looks towards my direction, she looked at me with an expressionless face. She later turns back to what she was doing and buys herself a rose milk tea. After she recieves the rose milk tea, she puts it inside her backpack and walks away.
As I watched her walk away, I soon realized.. She's wearing my school's uniform.... If she tells anyone about me, I'm screwed....
I get on my bus and drink my new carton of milk, I go on my phone seeing all of my text messages from the girls in my school.
[Aidan~ Good Morning~! See you later!]
[Heyyy I'm looking forward to seeing you at lunch!❤]
Typical Girls...
I arrive at school in a fairly manner. Girls flirted with me, guys handbumped me, teachers greeted me. Nice and normal day. I arrive in my classroom and go to my seat to whip out my phone.
"Yo Aidan! What's up bro? Did you hear the news?" Kevin says to me. Kevin has been my best friend since freshman year, pretty close to him.
"News?" I asked.
"We're getting a new classroom, and I heard she's pretty hot. Turns out she was homeschooled for a few years."
"Oh that's cool. Let's see what we can do." I winked at him to signal where I'm going far.
"As expected of THE Aidan. I'm going to sleep." Kevin says walking away to his seat.
The bell then rings and my homeroom teacher comes out of the hallway to go inside our classroom.
"G'morning class. You probably already heard, we have a new student. She's been homeschooled for a few years due to personal reasons, so she hasn't been in a real school for some time. Please give her a warm welcome so she can be comfortable. You may come in."
The door then opens and a girl walks inside to the center front of the classroom. My eyes then widen... THAT EXPRESSIONLESS FACE! GOD DAMN IT! THAT GIRL FROM BUS STOP! Just my luck...
"She's so pretty!" a students whisphers
"How mysterious looking"
"Introduce yourself!" My homeroom teacher says.
"I'm Ana York..." She says quietly and looks down to the side.
"uh.. Anything else you want to add?" My homeroom tecaher asks.
"No." She says.
"Well, your seat is next to Aidan Nixon. So go right on ahead."
"That girl kinda intimidating. It's like she doesn't want anyone to talk to her" a student whisphers to another.
"Mr. Nixon, since you're so interactive, you can be her guider and help her out."
WHAT?! OH HELL NO
"Yes sir.."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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