Hurt

Hi this is my second story, the other one Love to Dust is still under way but I had a new idea so i'm quickly uploading before it leaves me!!

Hope you enjoy!!

Micaelaaaaaa :)

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I jammed my hands deep into my jean pockets and walked with my head bent towards the cold wind. They day was grey, and the air was damp and it went right through my multiple layers settling on my skin and going straight down to my bones.

I look to the side of me and cross the empty road. My shoes make a crunching noise on the loose gravel and dirt that the rain had washed off the side of the road and the empty lots. I flip my hood up onto my curls to try to give myself some more protection against the cold.

I finally make it to the bus stop and stand there inpatiently bouncing on the balls of my feet wanting the bus to hurry up and get here. Even though the bus isn't normally warm when I get on, it's warmer than it is out here.

I bite my lips which is what I do when I'm impatient or nervous or really into something. In this case I'm impatient.

Finally the bus rounds the corner and I sigh happily. Well. It's a blessing and a curse because I don't exactly want to go to school, but I don't want to walk for 5 kilometers in the cold January air.

It stops in front of me and the doors open. I bound up the steps, eager to get into the warm-ish bus. I pull my hood off and my curls spring forward. I tame them down a bit with my hands as I walk towards the back of the bus.

I slide into the back most seat and rest me knees on the seat in front of me since my legs are so long.

No one talks but I can feel people looking at me. I'm one of the most popular people around even though I'm not exactly loud or a jock.

The girl in the seat next to me giggles with her friend and they shoot me sideways glances. I look at them out of the corner of my eye and they loose it. They cling to eachother and try to take deep breaths and stop giggling.

I tend to have that effect with girls.

I twiddle my thumbs until we pull up to the school. I stand up and shoulder my bag and make my way to the front slowly along with the rest of the people on the bus.

Once I'm off, I head directly inside, having no intention of standing in the cold.

I make my way to the arts hallway where my locker is. My friends are standing there waiting for me. Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall, Andy and Josh. The hot non-jocks are what we were labeled.

There isn't much talking since we're still all very tired. I stuff my bag in my locker and grab my math binder. I try to blow my hair out of my face with my breath but it doesn't exactly work.

Louis reaches up and fixes it for me wordlessly.

"Thanks," I breathe tiredly.

"No problem," he says with a small smile.

"You lads ready for tonight?" Niall asks in low voice but excitedly at the same time.

I look at him questioningly.

"The party at mine!" he says looking at me like I've lost my mind.

Of course. How could I forget.

I roll my eyes.

Niall throws these crazy parties. Mostly because he likes getting drunk and hooking up with girls.

Well actually all of us do that. But still.

"You ARE coming right?" he asks looking at me expectantly.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other and shrug offhandedly.

"Oh come on! It'll be a laugh!" Andy says shoving my shoulder.

I shrug again.

"I dunno. It kind of feels like a routine..." I say sounding bored

"This one's gonna have a DJ and even MORE girls mate," Niall says his eyes going wide with excitement and longing. "It's gonna be crazy!"

I consider it.

"Eh, I'll see. Not like I have anything better to do," I say dissmissively.

"No, you don't!" Zayn says laughing.

I grin and the bell rings.

"See ya," I say and walk to math.

Ready to pretend to be someone I'm not, just like every day of my life.