Who owns my heart?

CHAPTER- 03 POPULAR BOY

CHAPTER- 03 POPULAR BOY“I am sorry. It was an accident. Sorry.” I apologized politely. But that guys seem extremely angry. He acts like I have ruined his life. But I just ruined his shirt. It’s just a coffee.

“This is bullshit. Already my day isn’t good enough. Now you ruined my shirt. No one can easily walk away after spoiling my mood.” he shouts at me loudly. Everyone’s attention is on me. I walked back slowly when he stepped forward, yelling at me. I didn’t want to talk any words he’s cursing at me for a silly reason. Suddenly, my heels slipped and fell to the ground. It’s embarrassing. My first day in Edgewood high turns out to be the worst.

“Step away, you i***t. I am going to f*****g beat you if you didn’t apologize to her.” I heard a new voice who is trying to help me. It’s me. I was the one who caught up in an embarrassing situation.

“Why...why should I apologize? She did this to me.” that guy shows his ruined shirt. He’s scared and shocked at the same time. I can’t look at the boy who saved me because I can only see his back. Who is it?

“I said apologize. Now,” he said in a demanding tone. Before that guy apologized, the boy turned towards me and gave his hands to help me stand up. Without hesitation, I took his hand and looked at his face. I have already seen him. Those black hair, green eyes, and charming face. He wore a blue shirt and black jeans. It’s...

“I am sorry for yelling at you. I won’t bother you.” that guy apologized and ran away with his friends behind him.

“He didn’t hurt you. Did he?” the boy asked me kindly.

“He didn’t. I was the one who slipped and fell.” I silently told, rubbing the dirt off my dress. I expected the students to move on with their work instead of watching me. But I got more attention than I got a minute ago. Can’t they mind their own business?

“He’s a d**k. Actually, I don’t even know him. But he won’t bother you again. Anyway, I am Jason Byrne. What’s your name?” he asked, bringing his hands to shake.

“I am Emily Collins. I’m new to.... wait a minute.” I stammered and looked at the magazine when I remembered that I saw him a minute ago.

“That’s me. There’s no doubt in it.” He laughed when he saw my expression. I was looking at the magazine and he likes ‘Is it really the same guy?’

“Yeah. Don’t take it wrong. I just bought this magazine because I was curious to know what other students are looking at. I don’t know anything about you till now. I am new to Florida.”

“Oh, I see. On the bright side, I am glad you didn’t know me. I don’t like the way everyone is asking for autographs and selfies. I want to talk with someone who can talk to me like an ordinary person.” Jason expressed this thought.

“I can talk with you like an ordinary person.” Then there’s a silence between us as we both looked at everywhere but not us.

“So, do you want a tour around this school? If you want it, I will show you.” Jason asked after the long pause.

“Yeah, sure. But I heard you are new to this school, too. Are you new or not?” I asked with a little doubt.

“You heard that too. I am new but I have already been here years ago. Let’s go. I will show you this cool place.” He spoke. I eagerly followed him to the backside of the school.

“Would you mind telling me about yourself? I heard you are a model...” I started the conversation while walking.

“Yeah. It’s been a year since I have been a model. I won’t be famous if it’s not for my mom.”

“Who’s your mom?”

“Emma Byrne. If you have seen the tv series ‘Midnight sky’, then you could have known her. She’s the lead actress in that popular series.”

“Maybe I will see it now.”

“Hm...so tell me about yourself?” he asked as he stares at me.

“I came from Paris to Florida for my studies. I am a single child in my home. My mom and I are living alone. My dad is working in Paris. I don’t have that much to talk about myself as I am just an ordinary girl.” I told him as he studied my face.

“No matter who ordinary you are, there will be a story to say about your life. I can say I am interested to know more. But before that, I got to show the swimming pool.”

I looked at the pool right in front of me. It’s spacious, and all that surrounds and looks gives me peace. But one thing bothers me. I never kept my foot in a swimming pool.

“Edgewood high prefers to give more concentration on extra-curricular. Swimming is the topmost important thing here. You can join in any tournament if you want to,” Jason said.

“I... I don’t know about swimming. Maybe you can show any other place now.” I said with hesitation.

In reply, Jason leaned forward and whispered: “Will you learn if someone teaches you?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, trying not to blush. My heart started to beat faster when we leaned closer to me.

“Then I am here to do that.” he stepped back slowly. Then we started to continue pacing around the school. He showed the place where students play basketball, football, and a beautiful dome decorated with flowers. At last, we are at the stadium.

“This is where everyone does role plays. The students played many famous stories. I want to take part too if they conducted it.” Jason said, admiring the whole stadium and its curtains. Suddenly, the bell rang.

“Hey, it’s time for the class. I don’t want to be late on this very first day.” I alarmed him.

“No, you won’t, Milly,” he beamed at me.

“I am not...” I started to say my name again.

“I know. I like to call you like that. Come on, I will take you to class.” He got hold of my hands and we ran through the corridor with our bags swinging on one side of our shoulder.

“We are here on time. Thanks, Jason,” I smiled at him.

“It’s my pleasure.” With that, we both entered the class. He sat somewhere at the corner while I sat alone waiting for Pearl. I can’t believe she’s still not showing up. What if she’s in any trouble? She should be here now. A class got over and the next class started without a break. But still, there’s no sign of Pearl. What if she’s not even in my class? Nah., I saw her name right on the board.

I bit my nails and listened to the sum which is being taught by the teacher. Then I heard some footsteps in that silent class.

“How many times have I told you not to come late? You are just going without responding to the teacher?” she yelled at someone. I tilted my chin up to look at the person. Ryder Blake. He’s in a white shirt, black jeans and a leather coat. A sunglass is hanging on his shirt and when I looked at his bag, it doesn’t seem like it has books at all. It nearly seems empty.

And then he spoke, “If you really going to give detention, then do it. I can deal with that.”