I woke up, feeling totally refreshed. Ah, I just had the worst dream ever. Harry Styles kissed me on life television, and I slapped him. Then I was way past curfew and got grounded. And according to Lacy, millions of fangirls would hate me and hunt me down.
Shit. It was all real ! My life is a living nightmare, a bad dream come true ! What did I, your good girl Brooklyn Summers, do to deserve this ?
I got up and got dressed for school, slipping on my usual geek top and baggy jeans. I brushed my messy blonde hair aside, away from my face, and stare at the mirror. Oh gods, I looked terrible. Either ways, not that I cared.
I shuffled downstairs in a miserable mood, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I wondered if dad would give me a long lecture on missing my curfew. I sat down at the dining table, and picked at my toast.
"You do recall you're grounded," dad said, a displeased frown on his face.
"Yeah, I do," I replied, munching on my toast.
"Which means I pick you up from school, and I send you to school." Dad said sternly, and I groaned. Sending me to school and picking me up ?
"Can't Lacy drive me ? You know, I'm perfectly fine driving myself as well."
"Young lady, you broke my trust in you by missing your curfew last night."
"But Dad... I love driving to school !" I grumbled, putting on a pouty face.
"Precisely why you should have that priviledge taken away from you. Finish your toast and I'll drive you." Dad said firmly, ignoring my protests and grumbles.
Ever since Mom died in a car crash, Dad always saw driving as a risk and only permitted me to drive as you know, I'm your typical good girl with straight As', never missed my curfew, never broke a rule. "Driving is a priviledge." He would always drum into me. Dad took care of me and raised me up, and we were kind of financially unstable. Even so, he scrimped and save to get me a car for my 16th birthday, and I cried when I saw the car.
I gobbled up my toast, hungry from last night's ordeal.
"When can I drive again ?" I asked, putting on a bright convincing smile.
"In a month."
"Dad ! Two weeks, please ? I'll die without driving !" I pleaded. Honestly, driving was the best thing in my life after Mom passed away.
"Three weeks, that's a bargain." Dad said.
"Alright.." I agreed reluctantly, knowing how strict Dad could be.
Dad wordlessly got up and motioned for me to follow. A quick glance at the clock informed me that it was half past seven. I've always been a stickler for time, and even though it would only take a ten minutes drive, I always insisted on being early, and today was no different.
Throughout the drive, I was silent, not even saying a word, and Dad was quiet too, for he was never one to make small talk.
"I love you, goodbye." Dad said as he dropped me off.
"Bye Dad, love you too." I said, smiling.
I met with Lacy at the lockers, and she gave me a worried look.
"I've been checking the net, the whole world is going wild trying to find you." Lacy said, sighing.
"Trying to find me ? Whatever for ?"
"Well, you are the girl who slapped Harry Styles in the face after he kissed you." Lacy said in a matter-of-factly tone, looking sympathetic at the same time.
"I'm screwed then ! Do you think anyone from our school went to the concert ?!"
"I'm sure the Barbies went," Lacy responded, "after all, they're all big fans of One Direction, especially Harry Styles."
"Oh no ! " The Barbies were the clique of popular cheerleaders, beautiful only on the outside. They were mean to the core, and they picked on anyone below them. Lacy and I call them ' the Barbies ' and after awhile, everyone started calling them that too.
"Yeah, I'm sure they're gonna be very jealous, and very angry." Lacy patted me on the shoulder.
"Oh shit, Lacy ! I'm dead, so dead. Plus my dad grounded me, so no more driving or going out for three weeks."
"That sucks !" Lacy exclaimed.
"I know... this is the last time I'm ever going to go with you to a concert !" I sweared, slamming my locker shut.
"Chillax, Brook." Lacy said, catching up with me as I stride off.
"The first time I go to a concert, this happens !" I complained, growling.
"I don't think anything like that is going to happen again." Lacy said, chuckling.
"Why not ?"
"After all, you just showed the whole world that you slapped Harry Styles."
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"..." Was all I could manage as the bunch of Barbies glared at me.
Where was Lacy when you needed her ? Oh right, rushing last minute homework during lunch break, leaving me alone.
"How dare you ?" one of the Barbies, Georgia hissed, eyes full of jealously.
"How.. dare I what ?" I stuttered, pretending not to know.
"Don't pretend ! That girl that slapped Harry Styles when he kissed her is you ! We saw you ! " Nicole, another Barbie, said, sending me an accusing glare.
"I mean, who else wears a mickey mouse shirt and baggy jeans to a concert ?" Georgia said snarkily, laughing a haughty laugh.
"So ?" I countered.
"How could you slap him ? !" Nicole shrieked.
"You guys are acting as though he's your boyfriend." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Look here, you geek ! How dare you have the audacity to go against us ? ! And most of all, slap Harry Styles ? !"
"Nicole ! Georgia ! Oh my gosh ! It's Harry Styles, he's here ! Oh my gosh ! " someone screams.
"What ? !"
"It's true ! Oh my gods, he's walking over !"
The shit ? What the hell is Harry Styles doing at Goode High ? Oh gods, could he be here to seek revenge on me ? !
I wiped away all paranoid thoughts and whipped out my cellphone to text Lacy. No sooner had I sent the text, Lacy rushed up to me, wide-eyed and breathless.
"Oh my gods ! Harry Styles ! I just saw him !"
"You got my text so soon ?"
"Huh ? No ! I saw him walk past so I rushed here, you know, moral support !" Lacy said, winking as she squeezed my hand.
"Moral support ? "
"I mean, obviously he's here to settle scores with you ! "
"Lacy, I need to run." I said calmly, interupting her flurry of mumbles and thoughts.
"Why ?"
"Cause you know, a very scary Harry Styles is walking towards me... and his eyes are on me."
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a/n : two chapters today, hehe, let me just say it again :D review and vote pretty please ? always trying to improve ! thank yous.
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