I looked up at the intimidating brick structure in front of me as people rushed inside.
Another year, another new school.
With one final deep breath, I pushed aside the anxiety of being the new guy and strode into the building. I heard whispers and felt eyes on me as I walked down the hallway, but I didn’t care. I’m used to this.
I’m good at this.
I pictured the school map in my head as I made my way to my locker, internally high-fiving myself for taking the time to memorize the lay of the school so I didn’t have to walk around with the map in front of my face. That’s the biggest mistake people make when they’re new to a school. It makes it so obvious that they’re new, and it’s just embarrassing.
When I got to my locker I double checked that it was the right one before spinning the combination that I’d memorized. The second biggest mistake you could make at a new school was going to the wrong class or locker.
I’ve done both, and believe it or not, trying to get into someone else’s locker, and getting caught, is more humiliating than walking into the wrong class. Although that’s how I met my last boyfriend.
I rubbed my newly buzzed hair with one hand as I stuffed my unneeded books into my locker and thought back to Garrett. A small smile played on my lips when I pictured how stupid I must’ve looked spinning my code into his lock. He took it like a champ though, instead of freaking out at me and making a scene, the guy just pointed out the vacant locker next to his and explained that I was at the wrong one.
The bang of a locker door slamming shut made me jump and broke me out of my memory. I scanned the hallway to see where the noise came from and about five lockers down from mine, a guy smirked at the fright he caused me.
Annoyance boiled my blood until I really took him in. Although the smirk on his face made him look like any other cocky asshole, his shaggy blonde hair and playful blue eyes made up for it. Not to mention the muscles straining against his t-shirt. I could tell just by the way he looked that he was a jock. And the football jersey he held in his hand was only confirmation of my suspicions.
I slowly shut my locker as I thought about my next move. The best thing you could do when you’re the new person in school is make a lasting first impression, and as I watched this guy’s eyes scan my body, an idea crossed my mind. I knew just how I was going to make a lasting impression on this school.
I confidently walked up to the jock, a smirk stretching across my mouth when I saw that his didn’t fall.
I’ll wipe that look right off your face. I thought as I closed the distance between us.
I paid no attention to the curious looks his friends were giving me as I pushed the smirking blonde against his locker and pressed my lips to his. I felt his body stiffen in shock against mine when the reality of what was happening sunk in.
Bet you’re not going to be smirking after this.
Just as I was about to pull away he pushed his lips harder against mine and responded to the kiss. My breath caught in my throat when sparks spread throughout my whole body as he hungrily kissed me back.
Then, a second later I felt his hands on my chest, shoving me away.
“What the hell man?” He yelled, anger and confusion darkening his baby blue eyes.
I looked down at my feet and smirked when I saw his football jersey. I quickly scooped it up and held it out for him, the smug look never leaving my face.
“Good luck tonight.” I drawled, referring to the football game I knew would be taking place this evening. Players only brought their jerseys to school when there’s a game that day. That’s one thing that’s the same about every school I’ve been to.
He snatched the uniform out of my hand and stuffed it in his backpack as he stormed away. Once he was out of sight I looked around at the crowd that gathered to witness the scene.
“What’s his name.” I asked a small blonde girl that was gawking me.
I chuckled as she silently blinked in shock before finally replying, “Parker Flynn.”
Hot name for a hot guy.
I began to walk in the direction of my first class when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see who was trying to get my attention and was met by the curious eyes of the girl I’d just spoken with.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
The smirk on my face intensified as I realized just how well my plan worked. If I hadn’t pulled the stunt I just did, no one would be asking for my name.
“Dylan Fletcher.” I answered, saying it loud enough for everyone that was oh so subtly listening in on the conversation.
By lunch everyone was going to know my name.