All Chapters of Our Love Story : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Blake Andrews looked himself over at the mirror again, adjusted his tie and then smiled. At seventeen years old, he was tall and huge with sunny brown hair and a dimple on his cheek whenever he smiled. He was the school's football captain and also the school's bully and resident bad boy of Maverick High school, also very proud and pompous. All the girls fawned over him, always trying to get his attention. He dated a few and broke the hearts of many. This was a new school's year and the beginning of grade Eleven."One more year and I'd be out of high school" he said to himself. He was also going to turn eighteen next year and as the only child and heir to the multi-million dollar company his family owned, he'd finally be able to take over the family business. It was an old tradition in the Andrews' family that whenever the heir turned Eighteen, the company was handed over to him or her."I can't wait.'' he muttered to himself.At that moment, there was a knock on his room door."Come i

Blake Andrews couldn't take his eyes off the new girl. Her name was Amelia, he had heard that when she introduced herself earlier. He was a bit shy when she caught him staring. He had never been shy in the presence of any girl before, this was the first time. He couldn't deny the fact that he already had a crush on her."Damn it." He said to himself. He had never really been in love with any girl before. Girls were supposed to be in love with him, not the other way round. Almost all the girls in Maverick High had a crush on him and he loved the attention he was getting from it. He couldn't possibly be in love with someone he barely knows. Or can he? He thought. Either way, he made a mental note of walking up to her after class and telling her he liked her. Just then, Charlie leaned over and whispered in his ear."The new girl, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Charlie said."Yeah, she is.'' Blake said. Charlie had also been staring at Amelia ever since she stepped into the class, he was

AmeliaIt was as if the world around me had been put on mute the second I locked eyes with Blake. The laughter, the whispers, the snickering that had filled the hall only moments before—it all disappeared. Blake’s smirk didn’t falter, though; he just stared at me with that irritating look of superiority, as if he thought he’d already won whatever twisted game this was. But if there was one thing I knew, it was that I was not going to let myself be bullied. Not here. Not in this new school too. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let the lingering silence around us shake me. I could feel dozens of eyes on me, each pair waiting to see if I’d crumble or lash out. They’d be disappointed either way. I’d long ago learned not to give my bullies the satisfaction.Just as I turned on my heel, ready to walk away, I felt a strong hand grip my wrist, yanking me back just enough to make my pulse spike. Blake. He was standing closer than I’d realized, his dark eyes narrowed, his lips twisted into a

Amelia Who the hell do they think they are? I slammed my bedroom door shut, tossing my bag onto the floor with more force than necessary. Spoiled brats. That’s what they were. Every single one of them at Maverick High. Entitled, arrogant, and used to getting their way. Blake Andrews was the worst of them all. I huffed, kicking off my shoes before flopping onto my bed. My body ached from the long, exhausting day, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I was tired. Really tired. This was exactly why I hated moving. New schools, new faces, new enemies. I had barely been here a day, and I had already made one in Blake. Not that I cared. He wasn’t the first bully I’d encountered, and he probably wouldn’t be the last. But something about him was... different, the way he had looked at me in the hallway, the way he had gripped my wrist like he wasn’t used to people walking away from him—it was like I had messed with the natural order of things. Like I had thrown off his balance.

AmeliaWhy?Why did it have to be them? Of all the people we have in our class?I slumped in my seat, arms crossed, glaring at my desk as if it had personally wronged me.Out of all the students in this class, why did I have to be stuck with Blake, Catherine, and their little group? It was bad enough that I had to deal with Blake’s overinflated ego, but Catherine too? I could already tell she’d contribute absolutely nothing except annoying remarks and excessive hair flips.I sighed, trying to remind myself that this was just a school project. I didn’t have to like my group members—I just had to survive working with them for a month.The moment Mr. Dawson left the classroom, students began huddling together with their assigned groups. Some were already throwing around ideas, while others groaned about having to do any work at all.Then, of course, there was my group.Blake had immediately declared himself the leader—because of course he had—and stalked off to the teacher’s desk to get