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4. The Anthem

4. The Anthem- Good Charlotte

The last two days went by like nothing. My hang over was crazy long. Roy took care of me. I still can barely recall what happened though.

It was the first day of the only thing that ruins my social life. School. I wanted to die. Just lie down in bed and pretend that it was the morning of the party and that nothing happened. Just pretend that LOSER didn't touch me. Just pretend Mark didn't find me. Just pretend I was 24 years old and living in Ireland with one little girl and a husband I could call mine. Just pretend my life in high school didn't "just start".

I ran over to my closet and grabbed a flowery blouse, skinny jeans and high heeled up the leg boots. For being summer it was still cold this year. I curled my hair and applied my makeup. My ringlets of auburn to blonde hair looked proffensional. I grabbed my purse and ran outside to start my walk to the high school. I live a few blocks down the road. Talk about unsafe but I have grown up there and lived there all of my life.

I made it to the school with five minutes to spare. In our school, before a bell at 7:50am, you have to sit in the lunch area which is in the front of the school until that bell rings. I found my usual table in the middle of the room with Roy,senior, Kenderick, junior, Macie, junior, Brad, senior, Hailie, sophomore, and Jared, senior. They were the most popular kids and everybody adored them. Except losers and wanna-bes. Like scums.

I always sit next to Hailie. She was one of my best friends ever since freshman year.

"So why weren't you at the party?!" I asked her setting my bag on the table.

"I was out with Kenderick." She said smiling at him. They were holding hands.

"So are you two...an item now?" I asked confused.

"I don't know are we??" She asked him.

He smiled and kissed her.

"Yupp." She says back.

"Aww you guys are so cute together. I know this one will work out Hal." I whispered the last part.

She smile really big. I looked over to Brad and saw him make a disgusted face as someone walked theough the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He pointed behind me.

I turned and looked to see Harry walk through the doors with a purple Jack Willis sweatshirt, jeans, and some kind of boots on. His hair was curly and a mess. He started walking in the direction of the table he always sits at with Chasey and a couple other girls. Plus his idiot guy friend Louis Tomlinson. That kid is sass. And scum.

I turned around.

"What an idiot." I pulled my makeup compact out of my purse and touched up my face before my future boyfriend walked through the doors.

Slick haired, blonde and blue-eyed, perfectly toned and totally perfect Niall Horan. He ALWAYS sat with me. It was a must.

He took one step in the door with his white shirt, blue hoodie, khakis and blue and white Jordan's. Everybody stopped and stared. He smiled his shining smile and sat by me after pushing Brad off his seat.

"Hey Junior meat, i'm older." Brad said getting up and standing next to Niall.

Niall lifted his head, crossed his arms on the table and replied.

"Wow, didn't think you knew that. Congratulations though on doing math. I was beginning to think, you wouldn't graduate again this year."

Everybody at our table laughed and Brad was at a loss for words.