debut • harry styles

009

BELLE
9.1.2015

"hi, i'm isabelle cameron." i say extending my hand to the stranger that sat down next to me in the lunch hall.

"florence." the blonde responds. "you can call me flo." she says.

"florence is a pretty name." i say.

"so is isabelle." florence says. i smile, i made my first college friend.

"so belle, what do you want to do?" florence asks. no one has ever called me belle before, i like it.

"now?" i ask, we're in the middle of lunch. i hope she isn't talking about ditching.

"no, like when you get out of college." florence states. "i want to be an actress."

"i want to be a singer." i say. "but my parents would always talk down on me about it. apparently it's too big and i'll never make it in the industry."

"we'll both get into the industry." florence said. "i know we will."

"are you british?" i ask recognizing the accent, florence nods. "what are you doing in los angeles then?"

"my parents paid for me to go here, it's my dream college." she says. "what about your parents?"

"that's kind of why i came here." i say. "i don't really want to talk about them."

"what's your favorite color?" she asks. i like how she dropped the subject so easily, she cared enough to even if she was curious.

"lavender." i say.

"i like lavender, it suits you." flo says. "mine is pink."

"i like pink too." i say. "what class do you have after this?"

"basic math." florence says.

"same." i respond checking my class list i put in my phone.

i bought my own phone a couple of weeks ago, so that it wasn't connected to my parents anymore.

"do you want to walk together?" i ask, she nods and we stand up.

we walk, chatting about movies and random things. once we get to the class room, we take a seat next to each other.

the professor starts the lesson. "he looks like albert einstein's brother on crack." florence whispers.

"i don't think he had a brother, and if he did, i don't think he did crack." i whisper back.

"i know, but that is what his brother who does crack would look like." florence says. i try to hold back my laughter but i don't do a very good job.

"something funny ladies?" the professor asks looking our way.

"you look like albert einstein's brother who's a crack addict." florence says out loud, the rest of the class laughs.

"i know you don't want detention on the first day of school." the professor says.

"eh, i don't really care." florence states.

"detention. both of you." the professor says.

"gonna give it to the rest of the class too? they also laughed at it." florence says.

"just, just focus on class." the professor said turning back around to the board.

"that was good." i whisper.

"im one of the best in the business, belle." flo says with a cheeky, but proud, smile.

florence and i spend the rest of math class cracking jokes and holding back our laughter.

"hey!" florence says running to catch up to me. she hands me her phone. "put in your number so we can keep talking."

i put in my number and she walks the other way.

i go back to my dorm, and for the rest of the day i don't hear anything from florence. i don't have her number so i can't text her.

maybe i'll be able to talk to her at math class next week if she doesn't text me by then.

once i get to math class, the teacher informs me that florence moved schools, and she still hasn't texted me. it hurts, because i thought she was going to be my friend.

i hope she's okay.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

double update bc this chapter is short so yeah

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