A Beginners Guide To Falling In Love

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M U S I C:
1.Stockholm syndrome~One direction
2.Just a little bit of your heart~Ariana Grande
3.I wanna be yours~Arctic Monkeys
4.Glory and Gore~Lorde
5.My song 5~Haim
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"We're in all the same classes, that's so lucky." She says looking over at my timetable then back to hers.

"I know," I reply trying to sound as excited as her, I feel bad for not being as happy as she was to see me.

"Well, I'm so glad we only have subjects we like now, all the years when we had to do science and maths were horrible." She over exaggerates.

"Yeah, but I guess if we didn't have it we wouldn't know basic skills that we use almost everyday." I reply.

"I guess." She trails off then changed subject to keep the conversation going. "So what's James like?"

"He's nice, just a genuine guy really why?" I tell her.

"Well, I was talking to him this morning and he had a lot to say about you, are you two a thing or something?" She asks curiously wiggling her eyebrows making me laugh, cringing.

"No, we're just friends, and I've only been here a few days, but I'm closer with Brad than him." I reply.

"Brad, the one with the brown hair?" She asks and I nod. "What have you done?" She asks.

"Nothing," I lie.

"Well I know you're lying, because someone's obviously given you a hickey, and you never had one the last time I saw you." She says pointing to the bruise.

I didn't think it was that noticeable and instantly become embarrassed, but luckily I'm not the blush embarrassed type.

"It was Brad." I tell her.

"You know Sean is missing you, are you over now, considering you haven't messaged him or anything and have left the area." She reminds me once again of my boyfriend, or should I say ex now.

It would be harsh to say I didn't still love him, but true to say that just like I did with Chloe I got over him, because I believe that will be the last time I see him.

"I thought he'd just forget about me," I say and then the bell goes signally the end of the day for us, as we finish at lunch today.

"Well, he didn't, but in guessing you did with him?" She asks, what's up with all these questions.

"Yes." I tell her a little annoyed.

"What are you doing later?" She asks and I know she wants to go shopping, but not today as luckily I have plans.

"I'm busy, with Brad." I reply.

"Oh, what about tomorrow?"

"Hey, Hannah, we haven't talked all day, are you still up for the gym tomorrow?" James comes over playfully throwing his arm around me then letting go when I'm closer to him.

"Oh, well I did promise didn't I," words cannot describe how much I love James right now for that.

"Yep," he says adding extra emphasis to the 'p'.

"But Hannah we haven't done anything in ages." Chloe complains, she's trying to make me feel bad and all that stuff she used to do to me, so she'd get her own way.

"Well, I've already made plans with other people, don't worry we'll eventually do something." I tell her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I've got to go, Brad said he'd take you back." James says hugging me before he rushes off.

"Actually I need to go now, I think that's my brother over there, you remember him don't you?" Chloe says hoping I'd probably go over there and talk to him, she's been trying to set me up with her brother for years and it's strange.

"Of course I remember him, anyway I'll see you again tomorrow, I think Brad's over there." I lie pointing in the other direction and she waves at me as she walks off to her brothers car.

I slowly walk down the path in that direction until she's gone and go back to the entrance again waiting for Brad.

After a few more minutes of waiting I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist from behind and turn my head to see brads face, grinning.

"I haven't seen you all day, that bitch is telling you from me." He frowns.

"I know, if it makes you feel better I tried to talk to you, but Chloe has a very strong hold." I say as we walk down the path to his car.

"Well at least we're going out tonight." He replies opening the car door for me.

"Thanks," I say and get in, that was a strange, but kind gesture, but I do think I'm capable to open a door myself.

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It's an hour now before seven when Brad said he'd come and get me and I'm now rushing around trying to get ready. I pull out my white jeans, which is a massive risk, because I'll probably manage to spill something down them. I put them on anyway just deciding to be extra careful, then get my floral cropped, but floaty top out and brush my dark blond hair out.

I look over at the time and find I only have five minutes left, how? I slip a pair of shoes on, get a cardigan and grab my bag and wait for Brad.

"Ready, already?" My mum asks walking in the hallway.

"Yeah, why?" I reply.

"Your always so organised and on time it's frightening," she laughs and I don't, which brings a frown to her face.

Luckily a knock at the door breaks the tension between us. I open it after waiting a few seconds, and staring down my mum.

"Hey," he smiles and then looks over to my mum who stands behind me in the corner, now glaring at him. "Hi Mrs- uh I don't know your surname sorry." Brad says still smiling even though my mum has a rude expression marked across her face.

"Mrs Panama." She says bluntly. "We'll be talking about this later." She tries to threaten me and I hold in my laugh.

"Okay." I choke from desperately trying not to laugh, I walk out and she closes the door behind me.

"What's that all about?" Brad asks.

"I don't know, she's probably on her period or experiencing menopause and the shit that goes on with that." I laugh quietly.

"I didn't think your mum was that old?" He replies also laughing.

"I don't know she had me young, because apparently she was 'in love'," I tell him.

"So you're a love child?" He smirks.

"Anyway are we going?" I ask him changing subject quickly, as I'm not really in the mood to discuss my mums sexual activity with him.

"Yeah, let's go." He says still smirking and opens his car door for me.

I get in his car, and we leave to the cinema, is this a date? Or just a hangout thing? I silently hope it's more, but I won't ask him or tell him that I want it to be a date, unless he feels the same.