Natalie's POV
I see you walk away, walk away, so why you looking back at me like that?
If you're not messing with, messing with, me then why you go on and kiss me like that?
My head is killing me, kill-
I shut my alarm clock off and look at the time: 6:30 AM. I groan loudly.
"Shit", I think, "I have an exam today." I sit up on my bed and rub my eyes. Taking off the covers, I slip my slippers on and walk to my washroom.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face I notice there's no sound in the other room.
"Again?! TIFFANY WAKE UP!!" I stomp into her room. I see her laying on her bed drooling all over her pillow.
"In a minute..." she manages to say.
"NOW, " I say. "It takes at least an hour to get to school so get your lazy arse up and get ready."
Tiffany groans and falls out of bed. She plops herself up and walks into her washroom. "I HATE YOU," she yells from the toilet.
I chuckle. "Love you too."
I walk back into my room and look in my closet, which is beside my bed. I put on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, like any other ordinary day. I walk to my washroom and tie my hair up in a ponytail. "This is gonna be a looong day," I say to myself. I walk back into my room and take all my books off my desk and shove them in my backpack. "TIFFANY LET'S GO!" I yell.
I jog downstairs and walk into the kitchen, which is right beside the stairs. There's a beige counter right in the middle of the kitchen, and the walls are made of grey stone. The kitchen and living room are connected by a breakfast bar. I grab an apple off the kitchen counter for the trip. Tiffany walks downstairs wearing ripped jeans and a navy Hollister hoodie. She has long brunette hair and hazelnut eyes. She's tall for her age, but not tall enough to find guys shorter than her.
"Ready to go?" I ask.
"Yeah, get me an apple too," she says while grabbing the keys. "I'll drive this time." She looks at me.
"Don't blame me for getting that ticket, we were late thanks to you."
We hop into the car and drove off. Tiffany and I go to an arts school. She's in for photography and I'm in for dance. We came to England from Canada when we were 17. We've been here for 4 years now and loved every moment of it. Even on the rainy days. Anyone that knew us knew that we were in love with The Wanted, so you can imagine how we felt when we realized we got accepted.
I turn on the radio. After switching a few stations I finally find a station that both Tiffany and I like.
The sun goes down,
The stars come out,
Tiffany and I look at eachother and laugh. We sing along to songs the whole ride to school. We arrive at exactly 8 am. I see my boyfriend walk up the stairs and into the school. I get out of the car and run up the stairs. I see him talking to a few of his friends.
"Matthew!!" He looks at me and gives me a weak smile.
"Hey beautiful," he kisses me on the cheek. I see the worry in his bright green eyes.
"What's wrong?" I ask. He sighs and grabs my hands. Suddenly, I knew what was coming. It all made sense now. I deeply inhale, ready for the hit.
"I think we should break up," he finally says. I exhale and hold back my tears.
"Okay," was all I could say. I turn around quickly running to a washroom and into a dirty stall. I sit on the dirty toilet until the bell rings. "How am I supposed to write my exam like this?" I sigh to myself. This really was going to be a long day.
