Chapter 11

Brenda’s P.O.V.

Laura has been acting a bit weird this day, the way she hid her phone away felt weird.

I wanted to keep teasing it out of her when…

The sound of the powerful engine took everyone's attention and they all seemed to know who had arrived, including me.

I couldn't hide the urge, I turned to look at the bike and then, I saw the rider.

Richard, the only boy that could pull off a mysterious air in school, look hot and also get away with it.

He pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark, messy hair. He didn’t spare a glance at anybody staring at him. He didn’t need to. He was the campus mysterious, talented, athletic, stunningly handsome and completely untouchable.

My heart did a stupid little flutter, but I quickly forced it down. I quickly waved Laura off, and sashayed to meet him but, before I could get to him, some girls were already flanking at his side.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed annoyed,they always ruining my chances. I just never get to speak to him.

“There goes my chances.”

I turned and walked around, but couldn't find Laura where I left her.

“She's always disappearing on me this days,” I murmured, feeling my courage seep out of my body. This was me growing cold feet.

I stood there, pretending to gaze at my phone in my hands, and as if I was I bothered and had no care in the world.

I peeked up from my phone, and saw those other girls already left, giggling on their way.

“What was so funny,” I murmured irritated.

I quickly rushed forward before more girls and boys rush up to meet him. I stood in front of him with a confident smirk on my face.

"Nice bike," I had nothing cool my brain could come up with.

Richard didn't even look up and I cringed so bad, I almost wanted the ground to swallow me up.

He was busy undoing a strap on his leather glove.

"It's just normal," he murmured, his voice completely flat.

I waited for the usual smirk, or the urge to impress me with the bike, maybe a cringe compliment, or the flirty eye contact I got from literally every other guy on this campus but none of it came and I was already losing it.

“Yeah, it's normal. My dad bought something close to this for me last month,” I paused, I have never felt this nervous talking to a boy.

"So," I pushed, stepping closer to the bike, my ego taking a tiny dent. I was about asking him a question, anything, maybe a date? I don't know but I just wanted to speak to him.

“Would you like to hang out?” I asked and then Richard finally glanced at me. But his eyes didn't linger on my outfit or my face. They were cold, scanning me like I was a stranger asking for directions. Well, I was a stranger. Just not asking for directions.

"No," he said simply.

I blinked, completely shocked to my core. "What?"

"If you would excuse me now, Brenda. I have a class to attend now," he said.

Oh! He knew my name, that is a confidence booster.

My jaw practically hit the floor and crawled away in shame. He was brushing me off.

"Wait a minute," I snapped, my temper flaring.

"Who are you to just walk out on me like that?" My eyes peered deeply into his, like I was going to kill him with my glare. He returned my glare with a much calmer look. We were now attracting the attention of other students.

He started walking away and I followed closely behind him not relenting. After, my dad he had the straightest face I have seen and he didn't seemed interested in talking, his countenance made that very clear.

"I am hosting a pool party," I told him my voice coming out sharp. "You can come if you want.”

“Where?”

His reply came as a surprise to me, and gave a quiet smirk.

“My humble abode,” I bragged, feeling smug. I knew my father's house was far from anything humble. “Tomorrow.”

He didn't even give any acknowledgement, he turned and walked off in long strides into a building, I stood there, my chest heaving, staring at his back till he disappeared.

No guy had ever given me such atritude, It was embarrassing but interesting. A cold, sharp determination took over.

I will so play with him, I smirked unknowingly before correcting myself immediately, I would have looked mad to the passers-by.

Oh! Then, it struck me. I have an impromptu pool party to plan. Who throws the best party on campus? Me!

“Oh Brenda! Another party, again?” I envisaged Laura's reaction and had a good satisfying laugh.