Playing Perfect

Chapter 1 Nichole

            Four-thirty in the morning. I searched around my nightstand for my annoying alarm clock. I never get up this early. I lifted my head up and rubbed my eyes. I tried to remember why I set my alarm this early, but I saw the contact case lying on my dresser and it was my first day of school. I grunted and slammed my head back into my pillow. I’m a senior and I moved to Doncastor England because dad thinks that America won’t ‘pull out of the recession’ whatever that means. My dad loves politics while my mom is all about appearances. She hates how I dress because, apparently, I look ‘homeless’. I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I washed my face quickly before grabbing the contact case. I just got these the day before we left America and they are a pain in my ass. I sighed and began the long, torturous process of putting them in. After I was finished, I washed my hair and opened the doors to my closet. I pulled out two shirts and a pair of ripped teal shorts. I decided to wear the peach lace button up shirt and slipped on my brown wedges. I picked a chunky gold bracelet and a flashy necklace to go with it. I curled my brown hair and added brown eyeliner around my bright blue eyes. I put on mascara, perfume, and deoderant before grabbing my bag. I headed downstairs to the kitchen where mom was making breakfast. Pulling my phone out of my bag I checked the time. Six-thirty and school doesn't start until seven-twenty. I walked in and plopped down on one of the kitchen chairs. The smell of fresh bagels and bacon wafted through the air. My mom smiled as she came over and kissed the top of my head. “Morning baby.” She placed the plate of food in front of me.

            “Thanks and good morning mama!” I yelled, happily digging into my food. She laughed and I paused. “What?” I asked. She shook her head.

            “You eat like you’re starved and you look like..” I cut her off finishing her statement.

            “And I look homeless. Yeah mom, I know.” She sat down beside me.

            “I guess I wouldn’t have you any other way.” I acted shocked.

            “Gasp! You guess?” she laughed and patted my hand. Even though she hated how I dressed, my mom and me are actually really close.

            “Are you worried about school?” I shook my head.

            “Nah. I’m sure they’ll love me, but I’m not sure I’ll like them.” I had this thing with people. It’s rather simple, I hate them. She let out a small chuckle and shook her head.

            “Try to make friends.” She pleaded. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

            “I guess.” She clapped her hands frantically while I looked at her like she was a freak.

            “Thanks Nichole!”

            “Welcome Jennifer!” she shot me a look. “I mean mom.” She smiled and started cleaning up. I took the piece of bacon off my plate and shoved it in my mouth while handing her the dish. “Mom, we need to go.” She quickly finished in the kitchen and we were on the way to the hellhole. I messed with the radio dials until I found a station I liked.

Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad,

My mind keeps sayin’ run as fast as you can,

I tapped my fingers to the beat. Before I knew it we were in front of the school. I sighed and pushed the door open. “Bye mom.” She smiled.

            “Bye Nic.” I walked towards the school with all eyes staring at me. I continued walking until I stumbled upon the office. The old secretary looked up over her glasses at me.

“Um.. I’m Nichole. I need my schedule.” She looked me up and down before handing me a piece of paper. I looked at it and sighed. English was first. I hated English. It took so much effort. You had to think about it then write it down, it’s just exhausting. I walked in a little late and everybody’s head turned toward me. The teacher turned his attention towards me.

“You must be the new girl.” I nodded. “I’m Mr. Grey. Would you like to tell us about yourself?” I shrugged. The question I would most likely loathe at the end of today.

“I’m Nichole, but everyone calls me Nic and I’m um.. from America.” I finished.

“Obviously.” A brown headed boy said. I narrowed my eyes at him and he smirked. See? I didn't have to do anything besides speak and there's already one person I can't stand.

“Well Nic, you’ll be sitting behind Mr. Tomlinson.” Mr. Grey said pointing to the jerk that made the comment. I trudged down the aisle and sat down. The brown haired boy turned around and smiled. He was sexy no doubt about it. He had bright blue eyes that stood out against his hair.

“I’m Louis, Louis Tomlinson.” I remembered what he did earlier and gave him a fake smile.

“Oh really? I thought it would be Douche or something since you act like an asshole.” Sorry mom. This made him smirk.

"Feisty. I like that.” He winked and I’m pretty sure I almost died. My face turned bright red and he turned around happy with himself. I refocused on the lesson. We were going to have problems.

*

When lunch rolled around I just wanted to go home. I paid for a sub and a water while I looked around for the girl I met in English. She came up behind me and linked her arm in mine before she led me to their table. There were three people seated, a brunette and red head and a boy with black hair. The brunette girl looked up and smiled. “Hey Ash.” She said speaking to the blonde next to me.

“Hey Blaine.” She said before motioning to me. “This is Nic and she is now our friend because I said so AND..” she paused for dramatic effect. “She’s from America!” Blaine’s mouth dropped. Why is that such a shock?

“Speak now!” she demanded. I laughed before nodding.

“Hey Blaine.” She squealed.

“I already love you!” I smiled. Well this day just got better. I sat down and ate lunch before returning to classes.

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