The Next Name

Chapter Two: Hot Surprise

My first two classes went by quite fast. The screeching of the school bell sounds for morning break. The school floods with students and the fight for survival begins.

My feet shuffle along the concrete ground to our group's 'spot'.The large wooden tables and benches already have a few occupants.

"Hey, it's Victoria Beckham looking as fine as ever."

Typical Bradley Cole. His dark skin crinkles as he gives me a toothy smile. I sit myself next to him, lightly elbowing his arm. He dramatically grabs onto his toned arm and flings himself onto the concrete floor. A very high pitched and childish cry erupts from his mouth causing everyone around us to stare in fright and curiosity. Bradley continues to wriggle on the floor clutching his toned bicep.

"AAAAAHHHH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TORI?! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON!" He screams above all of our laughter.

A few teachers pop their heads out of their classrooms to check out the commotion but quickly return to their desks after seeing that it is only Bradley.

"Okay I think that's enough Brad." A voice says from behind me.

I turn around to be greeted by a pair lips connecting to mine. A large warm hand cups my chin tilting my head upwards.

"Oh get a room!" Charlotte moans.

Ryan pulls away with a smile on his beautiful face.

"How could I resist, Charlotte? She's just too irresistible." He retaliates.

The incredibly cheesy but sweet moment is interrupted by a loud sob coming from the ground. I can't believe he is still at it.

"Seriously dude, you can quit it."

"N...not...not until T...Tori says sowwy."

"Oh for fuck's sake Bradley! I'm sorry, now stop being such a pussy."

Brad looks up at me with a blank expression.

"Damn Harro, you got a sassy one here." And with that his smile returns and he sits back on the bench like nothing happened.

Why am I friends with such a crazy boy?

"That's my girl." Ryan sits next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

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I take out my books, ready to start my English lesson when my teacher Ms Warren stops us.

"Okay guys, don't get out your stuff as we are doing something special today for some of our very talented students. In a moment they will be here and tell you all about what they are doing." She says with a perky smile on her caked up face.

We all sit around for a couple of minutes just talking and making use of not having to do any work, but at the same time worrying what on earth we are going to have to do for these people.

A knock on the door sends a wave of silence through the classroom. Five year twelve students walk in carrying large cameras, lights and a green screen.

What the fuck?

"Um hi guys, we are part of a film club that we made and we...um...were wondering if you could participate in a film we are making. It is about the last year of school for you guys, but it is kind of like a documentary but more like a mini movie." This tall, lanky, greasy haired, pimpled faced boy stammers.

Poor boy. I can tell what is going to happen next.

"I ain't gonna be in no film!"

"Fuck off mate, go find another class."