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he doesn't like the new family that moved in..

The empty lot of land near Brett’s house had finally sold⎯half a million pounds to some rich pricks who wanted to build their winter mansion in the ‘wilderness’ so that they could ‘connect with nature once again’. No one in town liked it. Outsiders were coming in, taking and changing things. It started off with just building a house, then it would turn into wanting shops and other things that fit their posh preference. Then, their friends wanted to move there. More houses were being built. More shops were being built. Then, no one would be able to afford their houses and have to move. It’s why Brett took it upon himself to scare them away. 

Scratching underneath Bonnie’s chin, you turn your head to look over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of Brett staring down the plot of land. His face all scrunched up and practically vibrating with anger. Letting out a light huff of annoyance at his brooding, you focus on Bonnie, petting the drooling dog. Brett had been spiraling for the last ten minutes, and a part of you really didn’t want to get involved. Hearing the sound of a car pull up the road, you raise a brow in confusion, the engine too smooth to be anyone in town. You were used to the sputtering of old cars, not this smooth brand new car sound. The bright red Rolls-Royce pulling up catches your eye.

“Is that a fucking Rolls-Royce?” You question, confused with the sight of the expensive car.

“Yeah, fuck, do you think they're with them?” Paige questions, eyeing the cherry red Rolls-Royce in envy. “Fucking have to be.”

“Has to be like a builder or something posh." You shrug, “No one in town has a car like that.”

“No shit, fucking worth more than my Da’s house.” Brett scoffs, glaring at the car.

“What’d you think, babe?” You question, raising a brow.

“Of the car?” He raises a brow, fingers drumming against his sides.

Nodding your head softly in agreement, Bonnie lets out a loud whine, upset with your lack of attention and doting. Letting out a light snort at her whimpering and whining for attention, you stroke her droopy face, pressing a kiss on top of her head. Hear the car door slam shut, you turn your head again, half-heartedly petting Bonnie’s head. A boy around your age hops out of the car, expensive sunglasses and clothing immediately catching everyone’s eye. Staring at his tacky cherry red sneakers, you had seen those in a magazine at the drug store, ridiculously expensive.

Bonnie growls lowly, unpleased by the newcomer. Pulling his sunglasses off his head, he looks around with a wrinkled up nose, before settling on all of you. He was blonde, bottle blonde with bright blue eyes. He would have been cute if it wasn’t for the fact his face was flat and smushed up like a pug’s. Looking all of you up and down, your skin crawls in disgust as he lingers on you, his lips curling up at the corners. Ugh, as if. The only boy you wanted was Brett, not some posh prick.

“Did he just fucking wink at you?” Brett questions, immediately lunging for the bloke.

“Brett! No, no, no!” You panic, scrambling up to your feet to stop him before he gets too far. "Fucking leave it!"

“Brett, what the fuck are you doing?” Paige questions, trailing after the both of you.

“Brett, fucking leave it.” You demand, placing a hand on his chest.

“He fucking winked at you!” He argues, “What? Huh? Huh?! You’d want me to do? Fucking let this posh prick eye up my bird?!”

“Brett.” You argue, pushing him back gently.

“Huh?!”

Going to lunge for the bloke again, you struggle to keep him at bay and hold onto Bonnie’s leash at the same time, nearly tripping over your feet in the process. Bonnie growls and barks, riled up by Brett, thrashing against the leash to lunge for the bloke. Catching yourself would you could fall, you tighten your grip on Bonnie’s leash, placing a firm hand on his chest. Glaring at the bloke from over your shoulder, you wanted to scold him for being so immature and getting all riled up over essentially nothing, but you knew that this new family moving in was pissing him off deeply. This was just the cherry on the fucking top. Paige huffs, rolling her eyes hard.

“Brett, there are fucking others around.” You argue, “Just fucking wait.” 

“Yeah, he’s taking the piss out of you.” Paige adds, slapping his arm.

“Fucking let up? Fucking let up?!” Brett paces angrily, “He’s taking the piss out of us!”

“Just fucking let it go for now, Brett. Fucker has to leave his car alone at some point, yeah?” You tilt your head to the side, getting in his face.

“Yeah.” He nods, letting your words process in his head.

"Yeah, so calm the fuck down and just wait."

don't you worry! I also had no idea if people would want a part 2. ( if you ever want a follow up / part 2. , do message me so I know! )

asking you out...

Tightening your grip on your pencil, your eye twitches involuntarily, annoyance bubbling up with each kick to the back of your chair. Kick. Kick. Kick. Forcing a sharp breath in through your nose, you wished that someone would praise you for your own self restraint, because this was taking a lot out of you. Anyone probably would have turned around by now, maybe even used their textbook to beat Cook bloody by now. But spite and self control kept you focused straight ahead. Feeling a hard tug on your hair, you tense up at the feeling, the pencil in your hand breaking in half from how tight your grip suddenly gets. Fuck. Dropping the broken remains of your pencil down, the palm of your hand stings, a few splinters embedded into the skin. Cringing at the uncomfortable sensation, you pick at the splinters with your nails, plucking them out one by one. He tugs at your hair again, purposefully being annoying now.

“( Y/n ).” Cook whispers, leaning forward on his desk to reach you.

“Fuck off, Cook.” You grumble, cheeks flushing from the anger bubbling more and more in you. 

“Jeez..” He holds his hands up defensively, “That time of the month for you?”

“No, it’s not. I am trying to focus on the class, Cook, thank you very much.” You argue, trying to keep the same restraint you’ve managed to maintain for the last twenty minutes.

“I just wanna talk to you.” He huffs, pouting like a toddler.

“Can it not wait for after class?”

Going silent at the question, you let out a soft sigh of relief, shoulders slowly relaxing as the silence grows. Finally, he was shutting up. Picking at the last splinter in the palm of your hand, you lean back in your seat, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He had been pestering you for forever now, and now you could focus on the lesson. Hearing the chair creak behind you, you shiver at his hot breath fanning the side of your neck, body tensing back up. 

“Thought about it, and no.” He argues, “You always disappear after class so I can’t talk to you.”

“Yes, because I have to make it to my next class. There is a limit between⎯” You try to argue, turning your head to glare at him. 

“How am I supposed to walk you to class if you keep disappearing on me?” He cuts you off, shaking his head. “You’re like a fucking ghost.” 

“Why would you walk me to class? We're on different sides of the campus, that doesn't make sense.” You question, confused as to what he was going on about.

“Because that’s what you do when you’re dating someone. You walk them to class.” 

What. The. Fuck. Furrowing your brows together in disbelief, you sputter out nonsensical noise, face flushing hot from embarrassment. What the fuck was he going on about? Blinking dumbly, you close your mouth softly, trying to find the right words to say. You knew that Cook could be chaotic and make up bullshit and stuff. But, this? This was a whole another level of crazy that you were not prepared for. Rubbing a hand down your face, you take a deep breath in, brain still short circuiting from his nonsense. It was far far far too early for any of this.

“When the fuck did we start dating?” You mumble in disbelief, “You haven’t even asked me out.” 

“Yes, I did.” He nods.

“Cook, I think I would know if I was dating something.” You argue, chewing on the inside of your cheek nervous that he would cause a scene in class. “Why do you think that we are dating?”

“Because I asked you out, and you said yes, and that’s how you date.” He explains, as if it was the most sensible thing ever. 

“No, you didn’t. We haven't talked since yesterday, when you told me to stop talking to JJ.”

Silence. Resisting the urge to smack your forehead, you crack your knuckles, feeling like an idiot after the whole confusion. He seriously needed to learn how to communicate properly. Staring at you with a blank look, he slowly closes his eyes, face falling as realization trickles in. Wincing as the silence drags on, you don’t respond, a mix of amusement at the whole debacle and wanting to know what the hell was going on in that chaotic head of his. Opening his eyes back up, he leans back in his seat, fingers drumming against the desk softly. 

“That’s what I forgot.” He sighs, “Shite.”

“Oh my god..are you kidding?” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

“Well..I thought that I did.” He shrugs, “So..you still want to go out?” 

“Right now?” You raise a brow.

“No..yes..?” He shrugs again, “We can, if you want. I just wanna go out with you.”