sexist : rsl a.u. {ON HOLD}

p r o l o g u e

"You're so weird, why don't you admit you like him?!" My best friend squealed, jumping as if she had ants in her pants.

"Brooke, I told you, I don't like guys," I repeated, reminding her of the words I've already said over a million times.

"Come on, V," Brooke sighed. "You know you like him."

"Brooke, I do not like him! I don't like guys, period."

"So, you're lesbian?" My spunky best friend smirked.

"What?! No! I'm not lesbian either," I yelled.

"Martin Barrett just stared at you for saying that," Brooke informed.

"Well, I'm not lesbian."

"Are you sexist?" Brooke muttered jokingly.

I never really thought about it, but I've never been attracted to guys before, girls either. I mean, I've saw really hot guys before, but I've never been attracted to them in anyway.

"I dunno," I shrugged.

"But he's Ross Lynch," Brooke pressed on, tugging at my sweater.

"Brooke, I know who he is. We've been going to this school together for the past four years. He's failed twice, because all he thinks about is girls, his friends, and parties. It's disgusting," I scoffed.

"Fair enough."

"I just, don't know," I mumbled. "He's a cute guy, but I don't find myself attracted to him. I never have, I don't think I'll ever be attracted to guys."

"Well, I heard he's looking for a tutor in history," Brooke wiggled her eyebrows.

"Melloni, Dear," I chuckled, calling her by her first name.

"Ugh!" She huffed. "You know I hate my first name."

"I honestly don't know why you hate your name so much."

"The same reason you hate yours," Brooke argued.

"Because, Velocity Anne is the weirdest name I've ever heard. Kudos to my Dad for being a science professor." I rolled my eyes as we strolled down the huge corridor, and me being me, I bumped into someone.

When I picked myself up off the floor, I tried to ignore the embarrassment that I was feeling. I looked at the figure that had made me fall to the floor. It was blonde haired guy, the same one my best friend had been pestering me about for the past thirty minutes.

"Hey, you're Velocity, right?" He asked.

"Yep, that's me," I nodded. "You're Ross?"

"I am," Ross chuckled. "Look, I heard you do really well in History. Do you mind tutoring me? Ms. Marcella will kill me if I fail my final exam."

"Okay, sure. When's your exam?"

"In about five weeks," Ross informed.

"Okay, well, how about tomorrow after school?" I suggested, shifting my weight to my right foot.

"Okay, cool," Ross smiled. "Later." With a wink, he left.

"He's soo dreamy," Brooke gushed.

"Now now, Melloni," I snickered.

"Ugh! You're such a dork!"

"Thank you," I smiled.

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So, a short bit of a new story that I shouldn't be starting. I'm just posting this and waiting to see if I want to continue it or not.

Once I get about 150 reads, I'll post another part.