Caroline forgetting he was behind her opened her fist revealing crescent shaped cuts from her nails. She sighed closing her fists back up
Does anyone want to help me write a story
He defiantly noticed those. He was focused on her enough, catching a glimpse of that didn’t help his case. Now he was worried about her? What was going on? Brad forced himself to look away from her, trying not to think about her or worry about her. ’Come on, you don’t like her and she doesn’t like you!’ He tried to lie to himself
Caroline took her earbud out as the teacher walked inside the classroom" it's your first day back do I'll I want you to do is read this" Mrs Evans said handing out a copy of. Harry Potter and the half blood prince to everyone
Brad rolled his eyes, taking the book. "We're highschoolers, not babies." He muttered to himself looking at the book with a frown. He was never a fan of these books, they were so dull to him. All about magic, he'd prefer to write his own kind of book.
Caroline raised her hand.
" Yes Mrs woods?" Mrs Evan asked.
" What if we write our own book we've already read this thousands of times" Caroline said.
She thought about " alright Caroline" she said going to take the books back.
Brad's eyes bulged, and he handed the book back. 'Oh my god can she read minds!?' He freaked out, stiffening up some.
'If she can I'm screwed…' He bit his lip and looked at her curiously.
Caroline smiled her pealry white smile as she handed her book back. She pulled out her laptop and went typing away and it was like Superman typing she had a paragraph done within five minutes. Her smile reflecting off her screen.
He really was surprised at her, though he pulled his own laptop out, and started writing. He wasn't really sure what, so he decided to go through the notebook of names he had and pick a character.
Soon the bell rang and Caroline packed up her things, she gathered her notebooks. She put her laptop back in it's case before standing up and starting to leave the classroom.
Brad hadn't even noticed it, he had gotten an idea, and was still typing. Once an idea struck, it stuck. He wasn't smiling, but he looked to be rather happy. Of course he was though, it was one of his favorite things to do.
" Mr Hoax" Mrs Evans said and Caroline let out a small chuckle before leaving the classroom and heading down the hallway to her office well the writers room for the newspaper
Brad looked up at hearing his name. "Sorry?" He asked looking around at the empty classroom. "Wait- where'd everybody… oh." He rubbed his arm, and saved the document. "Sorry, I'll go."
Caroline printed out a piece of paper and stapled it to the bulletin board in the hall the paper was white with black bold letters that read HELP NEEDED SCHOOL NEWSPAPER
Brad quickly packed his things and ran out of the classroom. He ran down the hall, catching sight of the bold letters. "What?" He skidded to a stop. He glanced over the words, and smiled. "Yes!" He fist-pumped silently. He had really wanted to help with the school paper, he had his ways of finding the news out. Brad would never explain how though.
Caroline walked past him making her way back to her office, she had stopped at her locker to grab some pencils
"But where do I go?" He asked pulling the paper down to read the fine print. He tried to find where it said, and did. With a smile he folded the paper over and stuck it in his back pocket. He quickly made his way to the writer's room.
Caroline was now in there typing away there was a story and she'd be the one to deliver it to her fellow student body. She had witnessed beaten pups around the school and was writing an article about helping them.
Brad took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. He wasn't even sure who was on the team, but he knew he'd most likely have already charmed them, and it would be easy to get on the team. There were few people who he hadn't charmed, mostly Freshmen, but he'd get to them later.
" it's open" Caroline hollered her fingers dancing Along the keyboard her eyes not leaving the screen
Brad smiled, adjusting his backpack before opening the door. "Hello! I'm Brad, and I came here for- oh…" He stopped, seeing her face. There was no way he was going to be apart of this now. She'd never let him. He sighed and started to turn. "Uh, nevermind. You seem busy anyways."
Caroline stop typing and look at him there was no way she was just going to refuse him because she didn't like him he was going to ruin his chance at something because of how she felt and that's when that word came out of her mouth.
" Sit" she said pointing to the chair in front of her on the other side of the table
He stopped in his tracks, and looked back to her. "Really? Are you sure?" Brad asked a little surprised at this.
"I thought you didn't like me?" 'Though it doesn't seem like it today at all.' He scoffed at himself, walking over to the chair.
He sat down in it, and awkwardly fiddled with his thumbs.
"no I never said I didn't like I can annoyed because you and your little buddies decide to pick on me because it doesn't Matter right now" she said
Brad felt a smile come to his lips. She was definitely nothing like him in any way.
“You’re no me, that’s for sure.” He nodded crossing his arms over his chest. “ I think you know why I’m here. Right?” He asked tapping his finger against his arm.
"well it's not to visit me"she teased " then it must be for the newspaper… I need a guy on the scenes to ask people questions to write about what you hear what you see" she said
“I can do that. I’ve got a special… charm might I say.” He smiled softly with a nod. She’d know all about his flirting habits, and his play boy attitude. “But I bet you knew that already, gorgeous.” He winked at her with a smirk.
She playfully rolled her eyes two could play this game " I hope your talking about yourself cutie" she said
“Well it would be rude to now wouldn’t it? Though you don’t seem to understand that.” He chuckled leaning back in his seat. He felt relaxed and this was defiantly something he was good at. It was an area of expertise.
" after lunch meat me in here" she said walking out the door her hips swaying as she walked
He watched her, feeling a little bit of an odd sensation in his gut. She did have nice hips, and a nice body in general. Though he didn’t want to tell her that, he had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate it if he said something like he did to the one girl earlier. Especially the 100% off pickup line. Brad decided not to take anything too far with her, she didn’t seem the type.