How To Be Cool (Discontinued)

Chapter 7

"Good morning, Jade. You're up early today." My mum, Sarah Miller greets me as I sit at the table to join my family for breakfast.

"Morning, mum. I'm going out with a friend today, do you mind?"

"Not at all, honey. Just don't get home too late okay?"

"Okay mum." I say as I munch up the mouth watering pancakes with extra syrup and fresh strawberries that mum had prepared. I'm glad mum doesn't question further because I'm not so sure I'm ready to let my family know I have friends other than Ellie just yet.

After breakfast, I have 40 minutes spare before Nick arrives. I grab my Macbook Air and google "Nick Patterson". If I'm going to be friends with this guy, I want to know everything about him. His family, his background, his girlfriend/s, everything.

The outcome of me spending half an hour creeping on his social medias are; 1. His full name is Nicholas John Patterson. 2. He was born and bred in New York. And that is basically it. All of his social medias are on private and his default pictures are all black. I know now that he is a mystery I am going to crack open. Slowly, of course.

Nick arrives in front of my house at exactly 10 am. One thing I know for sure about this guy is that he is always on time and that bugs me a lot as I am terrible at keeping track of time.

"Hi Jade" He starts off as I approach him.

"Hey. So where actually are we going?" I ask.

"Shopping!" He answers with a wide grin.

I almost choke my own saliva. "What? I thought boys hate going shopping."

"We do. But I somewhat feel responsible to buy you new clothes since we made that deal yesterday."

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with my old ones!" I protest as I look down to what I am wearing. Since Nick wouldn't give a hint to where we were going yesterday, I picked up something I'd feel comfortable to do everything in. By this I mean a grey long-sleeved dress that goes down just above my knees with a pair of black Primark tights to keep me warm. I also have on my favourite Converse and one of my mum's coat to protect me from the harsh Autumn weather. Both in black. "I may be a loser but I am actually a fashionable one if I do say so myself." I add.

"If by fashionable you mean all black everything, everyday, you need to reevaluate your life." He put on his signature smirk.

"Black is life." I grin.

"Sure" He says as he entertwines our hands. Utterly suprised, I pull away and take a few steps back.

"What the hell are you doing?" I say, trying to hide my anger. We are supposed to be friends. Me being angry with him would just make it harder than it already is.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to" His face looks appologetic.

Ignoring his appology, I take the lead by walking towards Topshop.

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After spending a solid three hours jumping from shops to shops, I am suprisingly happy with the results. "Being a full time prick, I actually am suprised in your taste in fashion" I say with a soft laugh as Nick pulls over in front of my house.

"You know what they say, a prick with bad taste in fashion is a bad prick."

"I am positive you made that up"

"Two seconds ago, yeah." He grins.

"There's a slight problem though. How on earth will I show my new style around if our school have uniforms?"