Drunk Writings

Operation: Sleep with the Senior's Girlfriend

"What the hell?" Was the first thing that greeted me on my way to the bus stop a few steps from my house, as an impulse, I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Hello to you too, Harold." He only looked at me with an incredulous glare, his eyebrows knitting together at the centre of his forehead. "What is that monstrosity on your lip K? Tell me. Now." He pressed his palms to his eyes and turned his head away, as if I have deceived him. "It's a piercing." I dead-panned. "I know it's a piercing you twit! What's it doing on your face?" My eyebrow rose, "Hanging?" A smirk formed in my lips as the familiar yellow bus approached, I gripped my backpack that was slung onto my shoulders as the vehicle parked in front of us. "I have no time for you banter Kaila Meagem!" He followed me in the bus, which was only for Juniors, which earned him a few confused stares, other swoons, as he entered. "I was drunk, sorry dad." I raised my hands up in defence as we walked to the back, where my seat is. "You were drunk?!" His voice sounds even louder this time, and I had to cover up his lips with my hands so he would quiet down, everyone's attention was on us, or er, him. "Shut up, it was one night, okay? One night? Calm your tits." This is the thing about having an older best friend, they're always so protective, sometimes it sweet, most of the time they're annoying as hell. "And who were you with?" He squinted his eyes at me and I mentally scoffed, "No one. I got drunk in my room and pierced my lip myself." He was about to exclaim another rant but the bus driver shot him a dirty look before he could even do so. I smirked. "Oh come on, Harry. Don't be like that." I cooed, scooting closer to him and linking his arms with mine. "Get off me, your vagina germs." He grumbled. Alright, Harry's gay. Been gay since grade school, he even got himself a hot, older guy. Name? Louis Tomlinson. He loved Louis to bits, and Louis the same. But Louis doesn't go to our school anymore, he's in College, studying drama, and Harry made it a goal to follow his lover's footsteps. It's sweet, and cool at the same time. You know, it's not all the time you get a hot, college boyfriend. They met when Harry was a freshman and Louis' a senior, their love story was a bit cliché, but that's the spark to the story, it's like a fan fiction but written in real life. "Sorry, don't get me beaten up by Superman." I teased and I saw his cheeks flush pink, "Shut up." He muttered and I only poked his prominent dimple as one last assault before we just silently rode the bus to school. As usual, even if still ignoring me, Harry pulled my bag off my back and carried it, I abused the privilege. He asked for it. I'm a Junior, Harry's a senior. "Thank you." I smiled as he took me to my room, "Ugh. I love you." He mumbled before pecking my forehead quickly and dashing away to the Senior's building. I entered the room, and since it was a private school, the same faces were the first thing I see. Most of them ignored me, some glared, a few waved and of course I waved back, but two large bodies took me in. "We missed you!" They said in chorus and I giggled, but tried muffling it. "It's only been two months, calm down." I huffed. Calum ruffled my hair but stopped immediately when his eyes landed on the small, black ring on my bottom lip. "Whoa, what--when..?" He tried poking it but I slapped his finger away before he could even, I shrugged, "Two days ago?" Michael looked like a proud father, sporting a small eyebrow piercing himself. This is the thing I like about our school, you're free to express yourself, just as long as you're not a rapist. "Coolio," He grinned before we walked to our seats, they always reserve two chairs for me. One for me, one for my bag. I plopped down on the chair next to Mikey. "Is that, Harry dude your boyfriend?" Mikey asked suddenly and I turned to him with a scowl, "Da hell? No way! He has a boyfriend!" I raised my voice a little but lowered it back down, no one knows Harry's gay, well, except me, Louis (duh), his friends and soon to be my friends. "WHAT?!" I shrugged, "He's gay, so what?" "I have nothing against that, Kai, I'm just relieved. He always looks like he's gonna beat the shit out of anyone who gets in your way whenever he escorts you! Since freshmen year!" Mikey exclaimed and I rolled my eyes, it's a habit of mine now, really. "Does he have a boyfriend?" Calum asked, "You're fucking stupid." I muttered and Michael flicked his finger on the lad's forehead, "Ow! What?" "She just said he did?" Mikey said rhetorically and Calum was just about to throw a comeback when our teacher arrived, a kid, probably a new student, trailing behind her. He looks a bit too old to be a junior. She didn't bother to introduce herself, just jotted her name onto the white board and sat down behind her desk, I didn't acknowledge the writing. The tall, blonde boy looked at her and she raised an eyebrow, gesturing a hand over to us and he licked his lips before facing the sea of faces. He has a lip piercing, just like mine. "I'm Luke Hemmings, 18, I'm a transferee." "That's kinda clear to us now," I suddenly blurted out and everyone turned to face me before the classroom got filled with laughter. Luke didn't seem phased, "Yeah, cause I just said it." He retorted and the class oooh'd, so did I, sarcastically, of course. "Guess you did, smartass. No shit. Want a cookie?" "Kaila, since you have successfully interrupted Luke's introduction, please, introduce yourself to him." I stood up lazily and eyed him, he's smirking. Devil. "I'm Kaila Meagem, I rape smartass blonde kids with blue eyes and am well with hiding bodies." "I think I like that." He winked. He fucking winked. "But then, technically that wouldn't be called rape, but I'll just play along." He finished, and our teacher interrupted, "Alright smartass, sit down." And the whole class laughed once again. The only available seat was next to me, and I'm not planning on sharing a row with him. He approached, unfortunately. He grabbed my bag without my consent before dropping it on front of me and sitting down as if nothing happened, "What the fuck?" "Calm down, K." Michael said, taking my bag and placing it behind him. "Got it." I ignored Luke's small stares of mockery throughout the class, which was absolute torture since I get to sit with him all year long. After the bell rung, we packed our textbooks and went off to lunch, since it was the first day of school again, switchings won't happen until next week, luckily. "Harry!" I instantly greeted the tall male as I entered the canteen, carrying my lunch bag. Michael and Calum were following. Harry sat with his friends, which were plenty, but there were a few empty seats so we settled on the ones next to him. "Hey sweet. How was junior?" I was cut off by Calum, "A guy's picking on her. A new one." Harry's shoulders tensed visibly, fucking Calum, he mentioned it to me earlier, how he wanted to see Harry mad, I didn't expect him to actually do it. "Fresh meat, Haz? Want us to teach that douche a lesson?" His friend, which I think is named Niall, said. "No, no. It's fine, Calum's over-exaggerating shit. Kai's handling him pretty well." Michael interrupted before smacking Calum on his temple. Calum only laughed. "Is that true, Kaila?" I shook my head, "No. Calum's stupid. Don't deal with his problems. He has a dark past." "I heard that Meagem!" He threw a fry at me which I returned with a pickle. "Thank you!" He ate the slice whole but spat it back out, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "Ugh why'd I do that? Gross, I hate pickles!" Calum groaned, "Really? Me too!" A voice interrupted our group as we stared at the guy up ahead, he had long, curly dark blonde hair, and was wearing a small bandana to rule the mop. He looks old. Which reminds me, I leaned over to Michael and whispered, "I think that Luke kid is lying about him being only 18. He looks 30." I felt an elbow to my rib as I looked over at Harry with a scowl, he looked back at me with disbelief. "What?" "That's Ashton, Kaila! He's our friend!" He mentioned to the dude who just sat with us that had his focus on Calum, who didn't mind the attention from the older boy. "The fuck? We're talking about the new dude from our class! I honestly feel so attacked right now!" Harry's cheeks brightened once again as he smiled at me, "I'll buy you ice cream later." I grinned and gave his cheek a quick pat before returning over to my conversation with Michael. "He looks thirty." Michael agreed almost immediately, "Yeah I know! Doesn't he look a bit too old to be only in Senior year?" He looked over at Ashton and I whacked his arm, "We're talking about Luke!" He winced and returned the slap, but softer. I know the fear he has for Harry, I can smell it on him. "Oh? No, not really. Was doubtful at first, but no, not really." "What? You're supposed to side with me!" I wailed, fake-sobbing. "Hey, mind if I sit here?" A voice interrupted the bunch once again as we looked up to find the devil himself, holding a red lunch tray and that smug smirk he's been wearing since he sat with me. "Actually, we do mind. Please leave." I said sarcastically and he smiled. "Don't be like that Kaila." I rolled my eyes and stood up, "I've lost my appetite. See you guys laters." I was about to leave when Luke blocked my way, and Harry immediately shot up to my side. "This guy bothering you, babe?" Babe? Since when did he start calling me babe? Luke seems a little surprised, "Let me guess? Older brother?" He smirked, "Older boyfriend. Back off, pal." I was surprised, both at how stern Harry sounds, and the boyfriend thing. Feels weird, like... We're basically um, both girls..? Whatever. The group was now standing beside us, including Ashton, Luke is pretty tall so he towered over basically everyone, besides Harry of course, Harry's a giant, no one can top him. But compared to the body type, Niall can take him down with a flick of his wrist. "Oops, property already taken? Maybe later." He winked before walking off and finding himself, probably, and hopefully, new bait. Cocky motherfucker. "I fucking hate that douche." I muttered as Harry draped a protective arm around me, "Ugh, and I got you into this too. Sorry Haz. Thanks for backing me up, though." I smiled and he returned it. "Guess I have to pretend to be your boyfriend now?" I nodded, "I believe so." "I have to tell, Louis though." I nodded again, "You should. I'm not planning on stealing you away from him, you like dicks and he has one." He groaned and pouted, "I know." "Just remember Kai, you have us, too. Don't hesitate to ask us to give that ass a butt-whooping. We'll gladly do it for you." A dude, who I assume is Zayn, said, patting my back with a sincere smile. Although his words were horrid, I managed a small smile and nodded, "Thank you." "Stop scaring her Zayn! Your mouth!" Liam, the only person I'm sure who's name is, warned. "No, it's okay." I smiled and Zayn stuck his tongue out at the pouting Liam. "Tell us if that dude's bothering you, okay? We're here." Niall assured, and his Irish accent only added to the fuzziness of his voice. He sounds adorable. "What about us?" Calum asked, "You two will be her personal guards. Whenever something happens, you report it to us." Michael only nodded, "Good. I hate doing physical shit." And as if on cue, the bell rung. We all shared our goodbye's and me, trying my best to be as polite as possible, even gave Ashton, the new bloke, a small wave before we went our separate ways. But with Calum and Mikey with me, obviously.

Note: I'm not editing any of these, I want you guys to see my raw work. Haha reading through these, I realised I'm actually pretty good when I'm drunk oh well.
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I'm seriously drunk while writing this. I don't remember myself creating this work