The Wonderful Life Of April Fontaine

Chapter 5

I lay on my bed looking at the clock on my wall; willing it to go faster. I have 2 hours until the game. My phone buzzes and I pick it up to see who is texting me. My heart skips a beat. What if it's Harry? I tap the screen and see Sasha's face illuminate my screen.
Sasha: hey hun look out your window! Xx
Me: why! Xx
I stand up quickly rushing to my window. I pull the window up and look down to the bright green grass to see three squealing teenage girls armed with makeup and hair equipment. My best friends. Nothing could and ever will replace the friendship that we share. We are practically sisters. I smile and run down the stares and go out in my bare feet to meet them.

"Hey what's going on? I wasn't expecting you guys!" I say grinning at the bags. We are having a spontaneous sleepover.
"Suprise!" Nessa says giving me a hug.

I hug her back over her shoulder I see Luke. His body is utter perfection. His muscles ripple as he mows the lawn. A layer of sweat glistens over his drool worthy abs. I don't realise that I was staring until Poppy tugs on my sleeve.
"Come on April! He's hot but he's a jerk. You don't need someone like him. Besides you've got a date with Prince Charming!" She jokes nudging me. I nod tearing my eyes away from the body of a god!

I walk into my bedroom to see Sasha sprawled out on my floral double duvet cover. Nessa is setting up her make up on my cream wooden dressing table. My bedroom is cream with a pastel pink feature wall. It has french distressed furniture and I absolutely love it. I am a bit OCD about my bedroom but who isn't? It smells like rose petals and it helps me to feel relaxed.
"So how come you never told us Luke lives next door? Oh my God did you see his abs!" Nessa says grinning as she sighs perving out the window. Sasha throws a pillow at her and we all burst out laughing.
"He is hot but he's also a player we have to stay away!" Sasha says adopting a serious tone which is very out of character.
"A girl can't help but dream!" Nessa jokes and we burst out laughing.

We each go for a shower and come back with hair piled into a towel turban and matching white bath robes and slippers.
"Cream lace or black lace?" I ask holding up my new matching underwear.
"My momma always said 'Does it really matter when he's gonna want to tear it off you?' And I think that's true!" Nessa replies as we burst into a fit of giggles. I go red thinking about Harry.
"I'd go for black it looks sexier I think!" Pops replies wiping away a tear of laughter.
We all get changed. They're all wearing the same cotton football tee shirt. Sasha is wearing skinnies, Poppy's wearing highwaisted shorts and Nessa is wearing a black skater skirt. They all look awesome. I change into my oversized mesh shirt and denim mini skirt. We always do everything in the same order. We get changed, do our hair and then we add the finishing touches with make up.

"Afro or straight?" Sasha asks plumping up her awesome hair.
"Afro definitely! I love it." I reply. She smiles back with a glint in her caramel coloured eyes. It is the perfect shade to go with her chocolatey smooth skin. I touch my dry mousy brown hair and cringe. I feel so plain. Poppy puts a hand on my shoulder. She knows how much I scrutinise my appearance.
"You are going to look gorgeous. Stop doubting yourself!" Pops says taking my hair in her hands.

She can work wonders with hair she is like my fairy godmother in disguise.
"Shut your eyes!" Poppy instructs and starts to assemble my hair. I close them and twiddle my thumbs. After what feels like an age I finally get to open my eyes. She has somehow managed to make my hair look good. It is half up half down with the top half in a high ponytail with curls. I touch it and gaze at my reflection is that even my hair?
"Do you like it?" Poppy asks smirking because she knows I do.
"Wow! It's awesome thanks Pops." I reply.
"You're welcome. Harry won't be able to keep his hands off you." She says nudging me. I go bright red for the second time that night.

We are all so engrossed in our make up that we barely notice the time.
I have gone all out with my make up. I am looking quite pretty if I say so myself!
"Shit it's 6 o'clock the game starts in half an hour!" Sasha says rushing her eyeliner.
"We have to go!" Nessa says rubbing her lips together with a pop after applying lip gloss.

We walk to the school. Everyone is behind the red brick monstrosity (aka school) eagerly waiting in the bleachers. We take a seat in the middle so we can see both sides. I search for Harry and wave shyly when I see him. He waves back and goes red when his friends tease him by patting him on the back. He nearly trips over his own feet as he tears his eyes away from me. I stifle a giggle and Sasha elbows me.
"Harry and April sitting in a tree K-I-SS-I-N-G!" She teases me with the childish rhyme.

10 minutes into the game I tear my eyes away from Prince Charming when I hear the squeals of Macey. She and her posse are cheering on the team. I wish I'd have signed up for cheer. It looks great. However, I would never have made it onto the team, only the most elite sluts get in.

I scream as Scott gets the ball.
"Touchdown!" The commentator shouts and the crowd goes wild.
The crazy sluts run onto pitch and make a pyramid. The coach decides to change a few players around.
"Oh my god! Isn't that Luke?" Nessa squeaks practically drooling as he runs onto the pitch.
"Yep." I reply through pursed lips.
So that's why he wanted to know if I was going! So he could show off. I chuckle quietly to myself. I have never met a guy so desperate for my attention. Everyone says I'm pretty and I never believed them, until now. If a guy is willing to get into the football team just so he can see me then I mustn't be that bad looking!

I bite my lip as the final minute approaches. It's neck and neck. There's only a few points in it. Who ever scores the next point wins. Nearly grown men collide into each other crashing to the floor. 3...2...1! Final whistle. Harry scored the final points and the whole team dive on top of him. I cheer with the ecstatically happy crowd. His eyes meet mine and I melt. He is squished at the bottom of a pile. I blow him a kiss and he catches it grinning.

I run down the steps of the bleachers. He is being carried by his friends back to the changing rooms. He spies me and winks. I look down at my feet grinning.
"Hey guys put me down!" He says and the guys making kissing noises as they retreat to the changing room.
"So what did you think? Was I any good?" He asks. I look at his muscular arms and I am in a trance. How did I manage to get a date with him?
"You w..erreee a..maz...ing!" I stutter nervously as he takes a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. He knows that I was staring at him and he looks like the cat that got the cream. He is lapping up the attention.
"Thanks! I'm so glad you came to watch." He replies. I regain my confidence. Harry is such a nice guy I have nothing to worry about.
"I can't wait for later. Hey you better go get ready. I'm not going out with you if you smell of sweat and you wear your football kit!" I grin walking away feeling his gaze as he looks me over. My heart leaps and my stomach does summersaults. I can't believe he likes me back!