Simply love

LIBERTY POV.

"HURRY UP LIB YOUR GONNA BE LATE!" Called mum from the kitchen. Panicking slightly, I grabbed my school bag and stumbled down the stairs. I ran into the hall and yanked my converse over my gross school socks. Fingers flying, I tied the laces and ran out of the door.

The bitter cold smacked me in the face. But I couldn't stop. I sprinted to school, and arrived only seconds before the bell. My best friend , Acacia, peeled her self away from the spotty creeps trying to chat her up and approached me with a mysterious grin on her flawless face.

"Why you so happy?" I asked her.

"Two words. New. Boy." She grinned again, revealing dazzling white teeth.

"Is he hot?" I pestered.

"Smoking." She answered.

RRRRRRRRRRRRING.

"There goes the bell, see you in science?" I said.

"Cya in science gurlll" she answered and skipped off.

LOUIS POV.

RRRRRRRRRRRRING.

The first bell brought me back to reality. I was in a new school. In a new continent. In a place where my British accent couldn't be ignored.

"Hey," a tall, willowy blonde girl said as she approached me. She was 'bout 5"9 with sparkling blue eyes and cute dimples.

"Hey, I'm Louis," I said.

"Nice to meet you Lou, I'm Liberty." She said, mocking my British manners.

Liberty

Liberty

Liberty

Liberty. Her name fitted her perfectly. From her flicked eyeliner to her black converse.

"Hey!" I swatted her playfully. She grinned. Her dimples drawing stares.

"Do you have maths in room L7?" She asked, glancing at her timetable.

"Yeah, can u show me where room L7 is? Just I'm new." I said sheepishly.

LIBERTY POV.

I slowly eyed him up. suddenly, I grabbed his hand and dragged him away up the stairs and through winding corridors until we arrived at room L7.

"There you go!" I said cheerfully.

"Thanks liberty" he said smiling.

"I better find my homework, mr Setchel will go crazy if I don't hand it in." I said taking my bag off my shoulder and rifling through it until I found a piece of paper with algebra scrawled on it in pencil. He watched me closely as I went through them all. After checking them I made a attempt at conversation:

"So...what part of England are you from?" I asked.

"Doncaster" he said grinning. "You don't look as though your from around here...where are you from?"

"My mum's French Canadian and my dads Italian." I explained

"Sounds exotic." He said

"Not really, they're constantly arguing." I complain.