Opposites Attract // h.s. [ ON HOLD ]

21

♡ Megan's P.O.V. ♡

Mr. Boris told us that he has a plan when in realty he doesn't have any. He just persuaded us- me in particular- to just sneak out of school. Which isn't truly right.

But why did I let mr. Boris persuade me?

Something is really wrong with me. First, why did I agree to skip school and I even did it three times!

What will my parents think if they find out?!

Second, why did I think that Harry's going to kiss me a while ago? Am I reading too much teen and fan fictions? Lastly, shopping for clothes with boys? I mean boys chooses clothes that shows a lot of skin- no offence to boys out there but it's true!
Fingers snapped in front of my face, waking me up from my thoughts.

My eyes landed on Mr. Boris from the shotgun seat. "We're here,"

"So what's the plan?" I questioned. "The real plan."

"Trust me Henderson." Mr. Boris rolled his eyes and Niall snort in return. "Shut up leprechaun!"

"Um, excuse you Boris! I ain't a leprechaun." Niall replied while holding his pointer finger up.

I stiffled a laugh, just looking at him reminded me of a sassy white girl from a movie.

"Whatever, let's go shall we?" Mr. Boris grunted.

"But first, where will we go?" I asked as we got out of Niall's car.

"We need to get rid of those big nerdy glasses!" Mr. Boris grinned.

"Hurtful." Niall snickered.

"What?!" I shrieked.

I just can't give up these glasses!

"It's time to get contact lenses, Megan!"

"But Mr. Boris!" I object.

"Stop calling me Mr. Boris in public!" Mr. Boris said in a gritted teeth. "Call me Faris."

My lips parted while Niall stared down at him with narrowed eyes. "Did you just ship your first and last name?"

"What?"

"You're so weird..." I said slowly. "I'd still prefer Boris."

"Same here."

"Whatever." Boris rolled his eyes. "Can we now go?"

* * *

You can easily determine if there is a problem when you're with Boris 'cause he'll sass the soul out of you. Yes, he's sassing the freaking saleslady. Bless her poor soul.

Since the lady looks like she's gonna wet her pants, I decided that this is my cue to speak up and save the lady.

"Um, Boris-"

"Faris." Boris hissed.

"Boris." I said sternly. "We should just wait."

"That would take centuries!" Boris complained.

"Um, excuse me miss, how long will it take?" I asked nicely.

"About two weeks," She squeaked.

"Do you want me to call your manager?" Boris threatened.