Moving Novels: They Don't Know About Us (Zayn's Story)

Chapter 4- asdfghjkl?!?!!

Picture of Elizabeth Grey on the side ;)

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Luke's POV

We saw Elizabeth by the ice-cream stand. The man, probably the same age us me, that was serving the ice cream looked nervous- probably in reaction to what Elle just did. We giggled to ourselves as she cursed some more at the three girls in kinky volleyball attire. That is SO not appropriate in a public park. Elle was beside a ball, and a splattered ice cream cone was in front of her feet- some on her shirt, too- so I'm guessing she had a little 'accident' with those girls.

"I don't give a shit about my language. Fuck off!" The three of us chuckled when she threw the ball somewhere. She didn't even see it, but she just hit an elderly in the bum.

“Wow, you cuss a lot." Jake joked and approached our friend from behind. "I guess Doncaster still hasn’t changed that cussing problem of yours.” We were pretty sure she tensed when she heard Jake's voice. Though, she didn't even turn around. Even though Elle isn't much of a broadcaster of thoughts like Mandy here, but I felt that she thought she was just imagining our voices.

“You’re not hearing things, Zee.” I rolled my eyes and told her. And at that, she turned around and her eyes widened at the sight of us.

“What the heck?!” I squinted when she screamed, jumping up and down with glee. “You guys could’ve called me!” My heart swelled at her burst of emotions.

“Yeah, we know. Now give us a hug.” I grinned and opened my arms. She immediately stoppped jumping, and looked at me like I just grew another head.

“Really? It’s like you don’t even know me.” She said, mocking me. Heh, this is Elle alright.

Elizabeth Grey. The Bad Ass of Los Angeles. Well, I guess, I should change that into The Bad Ass of Doncaster, now. Her mother is the most known fashion designer of the industry today. Her parents are divorced. She doesn't talk or cry much about it, but I heard it was because her father was just using her mother's money and power. Despite what she's been through, she's the mischievous one among us. She calls herself 'untamed'. As you may have now guessed, she has a very bad mouth, and  gets into a lot of trouble... She's somehow a neat-freak (probably got it from hanging around Jake too much) and completely despises saliva, for some reason. She really isn't into touchy-feely things, and absolutely hate anything sweet. That's what she tells us, but we all think that inside, she secretly likes it.

I eyed Elle, at the corner of my vision, and thought, Or not. She was now hysterically laughing at Jake, losing her composure. I laughed along with them. Jake leaned against a tree and Mandy told him that it was crawling with ants. I smiled at what Mandy did. Ah, my pranking accomplice. She has learned well. Jake, being the neat freak that he was, started screaming and jumping around.

“Where? Where? Oh God, are they on my shirt? Did some get on my hair?” He panicked causing the three of us to laugh hysterically. He then noticed that there we were dying of laughter, and that, there weren't any ants. He narrowed his eyes on us.

“Not funny.” Jake said while dusting of his shirt and jeans, causing us to laugh again.

"I really miss, this." Mandy said, wiping a tear from her eyes. I smiled at what she said.

"Me, too." I told her. She grinned at me, and looked back at Elle.

"So we'll be staying here for a whole two weeks! Aren't you excited? We should totally have a sleepover again, like when we were younger! A lot happened in those 2 weeks you were gone, Elle." I gave her a sympathetic look. She bit her lip at that, and ignored me.