Chapter 2

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Arron's Point of view, 1 hour before the girls arrive:

Everything has to be perfect for the party. I bet it is going to be bloody ace. The bouncers will be stopping gate crashes and sneak-ins. When everyone comes it will be amazing. The catering is all sorted and the dance floor is ready. I have a crush on this girl so I'm hoping she will look stunning. I have a room where I am going to ask her if she will go out with me.

"Your thinking about Serena and Yasmin, aren't ya," shouted Greg.

"Shut up, at least I don't get avoided when I come 20m between a girl." I replied.

"Ooh burn!" Joked Greg. I sighed and carried on checking everything. I looked out the window and I could see guests arriving. My mates are first in, then the house bunnies and then some girls and last Serena and her friends. The party was grand, and the music was booming through the house. She looked stunning in her blue dress.

Serena's POV:

The house is massive and I can barely find the bar. It is only when Arron sees me and directs my friends to the dance floor while he talks to me.

"You look mind blowing tonight," commented Arron

"Thank you?" I answered feeling quite unsure

"Uh anyway do um um you want to uh," Arron stumbled. I knew he is nervous but I didn't stop him. " Want to go out with me sometime, like on a d-d-ate," I nod and Arron celebrates. He kisses me softly on the cheek and leads me to the dance floor.
We dance together and after a while we get thirsty.

We head to the bar and Arron buys me a coke cola float and he buys a coca cola life. After that he sends a quick text and we hit the dance floor.

Arron signals to the DJ and the lights dim and the slow music begins. Great I can't slow dance and I am the most uncoordinated person ever. I am lucky not to have broken any toes. I get a text from my brother: WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU IT IS NEARLY 3AM! I reply and say a quick goodbye and leave.

When I get home, I sneak around the house and take some pizza without Flynn noticing. I sleep dead and don't wake up until noon the next day.

I have a massive hangover but I still do my English, Science, Maths, Music and Drama revision for this years finals. I am hoping to be in the top ten percent so I can go to Oxford or Cambridge. After I finished that I go and get a healthy smoothie from out of the fridge. Then my phone rings,

"Darling, Yasmin just told me about you leaving for New York," Louis begins

"Louis, I am going to California. Anyway I will still keep in touch with you and I will still represent you as my fashion designer and personal stylist." I corrected Louis. "Louis, I think you have poor connection so I will text you."

"Ok, still text me in the USA, please. My my darling speak to you soon." Sobbed Louis.

"Bye," I ended the call and I knew Louis was a sweetheart, but he can be over emotional.

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