My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Jazzy-Bear and Harrybo.

Jazzy-Bear and Harrybo.

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Monday morning

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"You ready?" I asked Liliana, trying to keep a straight face. I looked at her outfit; she was wearing her usual Grey Converse, her hair straightened, and her pink fluffy onesie. She was practically hiding behind her door. I couldn't help but laugh. I considered telling her to go home and change, that her commitment to the bet was enough... However, this was too good. I burst into fits of laughter and sank to the ground, most likely dirtying my baby-pink skirt.

"I hate you." She muttered, as we walked over to my mum's car.

"Nah, you know you love me!" I said cheerily.

"Yeah I do! Bromance for life!" she said, building confidence. We giggled as we climbed into the car. We always had to leave early in the morning, as we drop Serena and Raina off at primary school first. "I still can't believe it was actually him! And he actually followed you on twitter!" Lil gushed.

I took my phone out of my backpack. I almost went into shock when I saw that Harry had mentioned me in a tweet.

'Hello, Jazzy-Bear <3.'

"OMG! He called you Jazzy-Bear! He @'d you!!!" Liliana squealed.

"I know!" I shrieked. I replied with 'Hey there, HarryBo! <3.' As far as I know, nobody else has called him that. I came up with it all by myself! I locked my phone and rested it on my leg. It started vibrating, aggressively. I looked at the lock screen. Nothing? I put it down again, but the same thing happened. Annoyed, I shoved it back in my bag. I've had it for ages and sometimes it likes to act up.

Before I knew it, we were at the gate of our school, Greenock Academy. A huge grin spread across my face, as I watched Lilli turn as pale as my skirt. We jumped out of the car and she tried to be invisible, which was quite hard. I'll try not to sound too cocky, but we are rather popular in our school.

And here they are. First years. Annoying, suck up, first years.

"Hi Jasmine! I like totally love your skirt! This place is gonna suck without you!" Rebecca, a first year, trilled. You do a few school musicals, and everyone wants to be your friend.

"Thanks!" I replied.

"Wow, um Lilli..." she said, staring at her onesie. "Did you like, forget to get dressed this morning?"

"Puh-lease, I am totally pulling this off." Liliana scoffed. "It was a bet."

She began to explain the whole thing to her, so I nudged her harshly in the ribs. "Ow! What?"

"Don't tell her that! She'll tell everyone!" I whispered. "Hey, maybe you could keep this to your-" I turned around to speak to Rebecca, but she was already gone.

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