Grabbing my lunch tray, I sat down with my three best friends Liam, Niall, and Dakota on the grass.
“How’s the Shakespeare Project going, boo?” Dakota asked.
“I think I’m the only one working on it,” I sighed, “The knuckle-head I’m working with refuses to do anything. He makes excuses like he has football practice or a party to go to or something stupid like that.”
“It’s Mikey isn’t it?” she asked. I nodded. “Does he even play football?”
“Nope!” I said. She shook her head. “What about your partner, Niall?” I asked him as he started to pick up his food.
“Dipshit blonde,” he sighed, digging his teeth into his burger.
“Hey!” Dakota and I said, gasping in mock surprise. We were both natural blondes!
“Blonde wannabe,” he corrected, “She bleached it.”
“So, I need to finish my research paper and my dad isn’t leaving on his trip until Sunday,” I said, turning to Liam, “can I come over again?”
“Of course,” Liam smiled, and I returned.
“Just checking,”
“Hm,” I heard behind me, “based off the way you acted last night, I didn’t think you smiled.”
I rolled my eyes when none other than Harry sat down beside me. I smiled sarcastically, before turning serious again.
“I can,” I said, turning to my food.
“Who’s this?” Dakota asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Is this the guy that saved you?” Liam asked, suddenly interested.
“I didn’t need help…” I said.
“Yes you did,” Harry interrupted.
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
“You did need help.”
“Do you hear that?”
“Is she usually this stubborn?”
“I feel like there’s something annoying buzzing in my ear,”
“And immature?”
“Maybe I need a fly swatter…”
“She really did need help.”
“… or a frying pan.”
“Ouch,” he laughed.
“What are you still doing here?”
“Trying to make a new friend with the girl whose life I saved.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, you didn’t save my life, I would’ve lived.”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t, but I bet it wouldn’t have been ridiculously horrible.”
“She’s a good fighter,” Dakota interjected.
“Hard kick,” Niall added.
“She bites too,” Liam said.
I smiled, glad my friends were backing me up on this.
“Yeah, I saw,” Harry said, “You bit the guy to get away,”
“Yes, and I kicked him in a place I wouldn’t mind kicking you,” I replied.
“Damn,”
“Are you scared yet?”
“Yep,”
“Good” I said as the bell rang, “Thank God,”
“I’m in your next class,”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah, have you never noticed?”
“That class is retarded, I never pay attention,”
“Not even the people?”
“Obviously not,”
“I’ll walk with you to class,”
“I’m guessing I really don’t have a choice in the matter,”
“No,”
“Whatever,” I sighed, turning to Dakota, “Is your dad picking us up or are we riding the bus?”
“Bus,” she replied, waving to me as we went to our separate classes, “See you later!”
“What bus do you ride?”
“Why?”
“So I can stalk you?” I stopped, giving him a funny look.
“Sarcasm,” he laughed. I rolled my eyes, continuing on. This was going to be fun. Note, my own sarcasm.
