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Chapter Two: Deodorant & Lots of Nerves

"It's still kind of weird to think that of mom being pregnant," Mitchell says through the phone. "Do you think she's a whore?" Great minds think alike.

"Maybe."

"I'm telling her you said that."

"I'll tell her you asked the question."

"How about we keep this between us, huh?" He offered and I agreed. He went on to tell me how much of a pain in the ass our mother has been since she's been pregnant. I didn't think it was possible to be an even bigger asshat. Eh, you learn something new everyday.

After another ten or so minutes of talking to my little brother, or listening to his complaints, I put my cell phone in my backpack and got ready for class.

My mind was already barely there to begin with, but today was going to be more difficult than ever before to pay attention. It is a Friday and it is the day of the concert, so the only thing on my mind is trying not to get caught drooling because of my hormonal thoughts.

Class was a drag. The professor went on and on about some big test that we needed to study for. Something tells me I should have actually listened to him, but you know you shouldn't regret anything. I'll just binge study on Sunday night and pray for a C.

I was in a rush to get back home because, first I needed to tame my unweeded garden, and second I needed to pack on loads of deodorant. I made the mistake once, never again. I refuse to be in the same room as One Direction and smell like ass.

"Luke, Luke, Luke!" I call into my apartment.

"What do ya want ya bitch?!" He yells from the couch.

I huff, "Well first, I want you to clean up that attitude and I need help getting ready for the concert tonight." The more I think about it, the more I realize I have to do to just make myself look decent.

Luke rolls his eyes at me before standing up, staring me up and down. "I thought you were gay? Why are you checking me out?" I ask and he shakes his heads, scrunching his face up in disgust. Wow, didn't know I was that ugly.

"We have a lot of work to do," he sighs. I guess I really am that ugly.

Three and a half hours later; lots of screaming, hair loss, two chinese take out boxes, a complaint from the neighbors, and multiple swear words - we were ready for the concert. Luke helped me pick out a nice jumper with ripped light denim jeans and pumps. My hair was curled loosely because I thought it would be pretty, but it's just poofy and gross. At least my makeup is on point. Win some, lose some.

While Luke got ready, I called a taxi and got an envelope with $9.38 ready for the concert. I'm really not sure if my heart can take being only six rows away from them. I'm getting teary eyed and tingly in the lower region all at the same time.

The crowd was massive outside the arena and I can see why Harry always said that word. I forced Luke to pay for taxi before we made our way inside. The arena was massive from the inside, fuck I love that word. Floor ticket holders were let in before everyone else and once we got into our seats, I felt incredibly nauseous.

"I'm going to puke," Luke spoke and I dry-heaved.

"Same, but why are you?" I ask, looking at my reflection in my phone to see if my tears weren't completely ruining my makeup.

Luke took in a deep breath causing me to check and see if he was actually okay, he was staring blankly ahead so I waved my hand in front of his face and slapped him a bit. "Hello? Lukeypoo?"