The Boy Next Door (UNCONTINUED)

Chapter 11

Anna’s POV;

‘Ofcourse, Zayn being himself he had to tease me for dressing up. Seriously? My lady?!’ I thought while smiling and walking over the red carpet towards our parents whom were looking at us quite weirdly. As we stood by them just taking in the huge thing our school had made from this graduation I suddenly heard a familiar voice ‘Dahum, Ann, you look smokin!’ I turned around and saw him, ‘Sam! Not looking to bad yourself’ I said smiling to him and giving him a hug. Sam was one of our good friends and he really did not take a leaf for his mouth and said everything he thought. He’d always somewhat tease me with my looks saying I was hot and stuff while I didn’t think so myself. Everybody laughed at him because they knew him except for my dad, he wasn’t to pleased. ‘You don’t say things that way young man’ he said to Sam whom raised an eyebrow in response. God, I really hated my dad for always being so formal and nothing getting fun and sarcasm and all that sorta stuff. I sighed, did an eyeroll and put my arm in Sam’s and the other in Zayn’s and we walked into the school and sat down on one of the first few rows that were reserved for the graduates. ‘Ignore him,’ Zayn said to Sam and he shrugged, ‘I always do. But seriously Ann, you look stunning!’ I started blushing. As more and more of our classmates came in I got more and more compliments, even from people who normally never even noticed me. Zayn and Sam just stood by me while I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable with all this attention. Sam kept on being his widdy self and annoyed some people who came to talk to me and Zayn just stood by me being awfully quiet which he had been since we left the house, what was wrong with him? I looked over to him and whisperred ‘Are you ok?’ and he just shrugged and nodded, clearly he didn’t want to talk right now. We sat down and the ceremony started. First our principal did a speech, then our valedictorian and then finally we got our diplomas. We were called on stage one by one by a teacher of our choice whom told something about every single one of us before handing us our diploma. As I got called on stage it finally hit me, high school is over and real life is about to start.