Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 1 - I Can't Believe They Actually Do This

Chapter 1 - I Can't Believe They Actually Do This

*Friday Afternoon*

I never thought they actually did this at school. I always thought it was a joke. One of those things that the older students would say when you are a newbie just to scare you.

But oh no. This was no joke. This was reality. This was the day I had been dreading my entire school life. The day that I always thought never existed…

“Alright students settle down. I know you are all excited to go and work with your Dad or Mum for 2 weeks…”

Excited? I don’t think so! Excited was definitely not the word that came to mind when I thought of Dad’s job. Why couldn’t I be a guy just for the next two weeks? Just so I DIDN’T have to go to Dad’s work.

As my thoughts of dreading spending even a day at work with my Dad span round and round in my head, the year level assembly was over and everyone was rushing to tell each other what their parent did and what they would be doing.

“Come on Cas, it’s really not that bad! You will be fine and your Dad has a super awesome job!” my best friend Sammie said after noticing my rolled eyes and pissed off expression.

“Well if it’s so cool why don’t you go instead..?” I thought I said it under my breath so she couldn’t hear, but unfortunately she did…

“OMG I WOULD LOVE TO AHHHHH!!!!”

“There will be absolutely NO parent trading Cassidy Smith and Samantha Howard!”

“Yeah yeah we know sir. We were just joking.” I hated Mr. Jones. He was a tosser. He hated me from the moment I started at the school. I bet it’s coz I mucked around once in his class because I was so high on sugar from Mrs. Butterworth’s previous class. Oh what a memory…

“WATCH YOUR TONE YOUNG LADY!”

“Yes sir…”

Sammie and I stared at each other before walking away. We were so sick of Jones it was unbelievable. The only good part about this work thing is I don’t have to see him for 2 weeks!!!

“I don’t get why you don’t like your Dad’s job. I mean its super cool!” Sammie exclaimed quietly so no one else could hear.

Only Sammie knew what my Dad did. Well she knew part of what my Dad did. I don’t like telling people about his job because in all honesty, I just wish he didn’t have that job…

“Yeah yeah that’s only ‘cause you don’t have to be surrounded by it. It really isn’t that cool..”

*2 days later*

I sat in my room on my bed contemplating what tomorrow and the next week would bring. I knew I was going to hate it. Well it wasn’t the work or the building or spending time with my Dad that I hated – because I actually love spending time with him more than anything – it was the fact that for the next 2 weeks, I would be face to face with celebrity after celebrity. The same two-faced, diva, stupid and down-right rude celebrities that I was faced with the last time I went to work with my Dad.

I worked with him during the summer vacation a year and a half ago. That was the first time I had actually seen him work. I was supposed to stay and work there for 4 weeks, but after 1 week I had had enough so I didn’t go back. Dad laughed at me when I gave him my reason. He said that any person in the world would jump at this kind of opportunity, which was true, but I just hated being around those people. Everything about his job just made me feel disgusted in society and human beings.

As the time past I sat with questions spinning around in my head..

‘Were the same celebs there as last time?’

‘Would I have to face THEM again?’

‘Would the employees treat me the same as last time?’

‘Would they hate me because I left earlier than I was supposed to?’

‘Did Dad tell them the truth as to why I left so early?’

My head span and span with all these questions. I didn’t know how to answer them because I didn’t know the answers. All I knew is that I did NOT want tomorrow to come!