His Heart-REWRITTEN

Chapter Five: Taylor Swift- EW!

"Get your ass up! It's the first day of school!"

Satan if that's you, kindly shut the fuck up, please.

"Bella! Bella! Bella, Bella Bella Bella! Bellaaaaa!"

"For the love of monkey nuts! What the hell, Alaska?"

I squint my burning, sleep-deprived eyes towards the ball of sunshine hanging over my head and grumble. A taunting gleeful smile overtakes Alaska's features and at that very moment, I've never wanted to punch my best friend harder.

"Do you seriously want to make me jump off a cliff sooner than I plan?" My tone is sarcastic and sleepy. I mean I just woke up. I'm sure some of the words didn't even come out correctly.

"Well, that just makes me wanna do this more often. Get rid of your annoying ass faster than I was planning." Her voice smug.

Wow, and I call this girl my best friend.

"Oh, fuck off!" I wrap the small blanket over my head leaving my feet uncovered. Great, now I won't be able to fall asleep. I lift the again and stretch my stiff muscles.

"What time is it anyway?" I ask when I notice that the dorm is empty, 10 single beds neatly made, and Alaska is dressed in worn-out jeans and her flannel. Her hair braided back and shoes already on. When did this clown wake up?

"Seven fifteen, love." She casually informs while plumping her lips with some balm.

I shoot up from bed, "SEVEN! School starts at half-past eight, Alaska. I could have had an extra thirty minutes to sleep. Honest to god, I live with a sadistic asshole." Talk about blue-fucking-Mondays.

"Say that louder. Maybe, Trunchbull can hear your kind words for her this early in the morning. Who knows, it could put a skip in her step?" The sarcasm in her tone rolled off her tongue swiftly and playfully. "Now, get up, get dressed and maybe brush your hair for once. It's the first day of junior year-"

"I've had two before in freshman and sophomore. I think I'm over the hype of it. It's overrated anyway." I interrupt.

"Honestly I don't even know why I associate myself with you." she turns and raises an eyebrow at my statement with an unimpressed look on her cherubic face.

"Trust me, I ask myself that every day-"

Suddenly, the door slams open and a very hysterical Penelopy barges through.

"I WANT HENDALL BACK! UGH!" Her face looked as though a racoon stole her sushi or something. I mean, what the hell is with the screaming. It's seven in the fucking morning. They're like incessant roosters. They're so lucky I love them.

Alaska turns to the heartbroken Penelopy with a soft look on her face. "Sweetie, Harry and her are friends now. They're better that way."

"Besides they broke up like five years ago." I roll my eyes. Great, now I'm gonna be a bitch to everyone for the rest of the day. Woo- fucking- hoo!

Like you aren't every other day.

Please for the love of Harry Styles himself, I already had to wake up at 7 AM this morning, don't piss me off.

Idiot, I'm in your head! You're technically pissing yourself off.

Oop-

"But I still want it," Penelopy whined. She dramatically lands on the nearest bed with a bounce. The old single bed groaning in the weight.

Penelopy is a beautiful blonde haired teen. Thirteen and obsessed with love stories and cute actors and singers. In love with Harry styles. Sorry let me rephrase; she breathes Harry Styles. She's shy but wants when she's comfortable with you- can talk your ears off. She's an amazing girl but just as broken as everyone else.