He is King

Chapter 2

"Why are we stopping to buy Starbucks?" Sloane asks Cameron when he stops by and starts yelling orders.

"Just tell me what you want L." Cameron discards her question.

"Pumpkin spice." She responds and he yells another other.

"Cameron, didn't you have like breakfast at Reece's?" Sloane asks again receiving her drink and we head to school.

"An athlete needs to eat L." He tells her and starts slurping on his drink. First day was always both fun and exciting. You wouldn’t know whether you’ll get any new students or not. I’m just glad that there isn’t a lot of drama at our school. Everyone is nice. Or at least faking it.

“I’m kinda bummed that we’re not taking the same classes.” Belle complains from the front seat.

“Well, at least we’ve got English lit, Accounting and Math.” I try to lift her spirits. I look over to Sloane with an encouraging smile, but she’s got her head buried in her phone. Scrolling through tik tok.

“It’s not the same... those classes are mandatory.” Belle whines even more. I pinch Sloane’s ear and she winces in pain.

“That will rot you brain L, you know that.” I tell her off and she just shuts her phone and throws it in her bag.

“Ladies... Welcome back to Old Oak High school.” Cameron announces the second he drives through our school gate. He parks his car close to his soccer idiots and they’re all screaming or jeering or dying I don’t know. They sound like dying whales.

“Rivers! You didn’t come to my party last week, my little John missed you. Maybe we can meet in the locker rooms a little later.” One of the guys in the soccer team named Brick never fails to hit on me. I roll my eyes and shut the door angrily.

“Fat chance Brick...” I deadpan, making my way to school. Sloane grabs my arm and whispers something in my ear.

“A woman carries her child nine months in the womb and decides to name him brick?” She snickers and I cackle.

“Cameron, Rivers and Richardson are making fun of my name again.” The asshat bitches.

“Well maybe your name shouldn’t be Brick.” He jokes and everyone laughs. Belle is wrapped around one of the guys on the soccer team. So, Sloane and I are the only ones actually going to get ready for class.

“s**t my locker is upstairs!” I exclaim when I look up my locker number on the school website.

“That sucks. It okay. Looks like I’m right...” Sloane says taking a few paces forward. “Here.” She opens her locker and I rush up the stairs to mine. I walk up the stairs as fast as I could because class is in 5 minutes. I bump into something really hard, and I almost fall but he catches me.

I see a guy, right around my age with get black hair and blue eyes. A little scar on his right eyebrows. His got a nice set of lips, strong jaw and looks at me a little disappointed. I can tell he’s packing guns under his brown leather jacket cause, I clung on so that wouldn’t fall.

“It’s not you...” He says looking at me intently. And I get confused. I compose myself and look at him weirdly, he just stares. “I’m sorry for being awkward. Forget what I said. I’m Walter, I’m new here.” He says in an extremely hot British accent. His eyes tearing through my soul.

“Well, you’re going to be a thirst trap.” I blurt out and he creases his brows, ah s**t. “My name is Reece... f**k! I’ve got class in 2 minutes I’ll catch you later!”

I sprint to my locker, grab my books as quickly as possible and run back down the stairs to wards my class. The halls are empty, and I keep cursing. I get to my class and knock on the door. A young man around his twenties with red hair and hazel eyes, opens the door for me.

“I’m sorry! I was getting my stuff upstairs. It won’t happen again.” I blurt out and the teacher smiles and says “It’s okay. There’s a seat right there.” I walk into class and my seat is right in front of the new guy. This will be fun.