Secret calls at midnight (M.C) {ON HOLD}

New perspective.

(October's POV)

  Why does Luke have to know who I am. Why can't he just ignore me like decided to do when he started football and said I was messing up his rep if we stayed friends. Like and I were best friends before high school.

  "Hey April!" He looked pleased to see her. She doesn't like him either.

  I pushed her down when she started to rise from her seat. "What do you want Luke?" I asked in a snarky tone.

  " I just wanted to give you a few pointers on dating Calum. He is complicated," Luke stated with a smirk. Yeah why doesn't he just go shove a sock in it?! 

  "Oh, really?" I said . I wanted  to hear what says I should do to change my whole appliance and personality.

  "You should know he likes girls with hair that isn't changing every three months and he doesn't like noes rings. Also he doesn't like clothes that are dark and ratty," he told. I just wanted to rip is 'perfect' face off. How dare he say my clothes are tatty?! That is how I got them.

   "Excuse me?" I retorted.

  " I am just saying you might want to change some things before you go out with him tomorrow night," he started to say. There was a little something in his eyes, I just didn't know what. "I just don't want him to change you unless you want to change. I know how much change is hard for you," he whispered into my ear as he walked past us and out of the park.

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  April and I went home after I was able to move from what he said to me. I can't believe he has the audacity to say that to me. He doesn't even know who I am anymore just like I don't know who he is. 

   I called Maggie and she insisted that I get up early and meat her at the mall so we can do some shopping.

  (The next morning)

I got up at seven in the morning, like I always do and washed my hair. I didn't want it to look like I haven't washed it in days. Which I haven't.

I put on my most casual wear. Black skinny jeans, a oversized sweater and my black vans. For make up I didn't really do any. I put on mascara and some light lipgloss.

Maggie met me at my house and drove us to the shopping mall in the next town over. Maggie insisted on buying me some new clothes. Her parents are loaded while I can barely manage to buy my own school supplies with how much I get paid.

She had bought me at least ten new outfits which I told her not to buy so much but she proceeded to throw them into the dressing room I was in. I liked them all but some of them I wasn't to comfortable in. Like the shirts with buttons that didn't open like a flannel. I got some new flannels too. I was so excited.

I found a few new pairs of shoes that I likes. None of them had heals, unless they had ankle support, or they were boots. I normally don't were formal wear unless it is a special occasion like tonight.

Lastly, it was two o'clock in the afternoon when she had dragged me into the hair salon. I told her I don't want to get my hair done and plus I didn't have any money possibly do anything with my hair.

"Give her an ombré. Brown on the top and fade into blonde," Maggie told the girl as I was beaten at my attempt to get my hair dyed again. My hair is naturally long, so it costs so much money to dye all of it. I really need to pay her back for all of this. Even if it takes me a lifetime.

  (later in the evening)

My hair turned out beautiful. I don't even mind that it is a mainstream hair style. I think it looks great on me. She laid out my outfit for me as I couldn't do so myself because she wouldn't let me.

She laid out black skinny jeans, a blouse with weird designs on it and of course she had to put a flower crown. I added my favorite leather jacket so that I don't get cold. It is November now after all.

  (A/N:) Hey guys. Sorry it took me a while to get this chapter out. I have just been busy. Also I really haven't had the motivation to write anything lately. Again sorry for spelling and grammatical errors. Also sorry for things that I don't know about the UK's school system. I am from America. So until next time... Bye guys.