bitch.

1ne: bitch

i groaned as the arguing outside kept getting louder. i seriously needed five more minutes of sleep without any disturbance, but i guess people here never really did get the clue. some things never change.

i roll out of the bed and fall on the floor with a loud thud.

"louis?"

i groan loudly in response. thank you carpet for saving me from several broken bones.

i slip on a white shirt i found on my desk and the jeans that were tangled in my bed sheets before trudging towards the bathroom where i splashed some cold water on my face and lazily brushed my teeth.

i grabbed my school bag and phone and sluggishly made my way down the stairs of the familiar home.

"louis, why didn't you brush your hair?" grandma scolded me, placing a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. i walked into the kitchen and sat down on my stool, dropping my bag on the floor next to me. she stood by me, trying to brush my hair back with her fingers.

"nan i'm going to school not a fashion show," i stated annoyed, snatching a bread from the basket and started eating it with the eggs.

"fair enough," she scoffed, sitting in the seat in front of me.

"mum's not up yet?" i tried to strike a conversation.

"no. she stayed up late, unpacking."

i nodded wordlessly. the arguing came back and i huffed in annoyance.

"what's wrong with these people?" i frowned at nan.

"they're the neighbors. their daughter is pretty stubborn and, impolite," she said carefully, as if the girl was eavesdropping and she might hurt her feelings. i shook my head, swallowing the last bit of my breakfast before pushing my stool back to put on my socks.

"i'll be going now," i told her, standing up and kissing her forehead.

"alright, hope you have a great day back there once again," she smiled warmly at me. I put on my shoes and walked out the door.

the door of the house across from ours opened abruptly and an angel like girl walked out with a not so angel like expression.

she turned back to face the open door, almost shouting, "i don't need to manage my anger. i need everyone else to manage not to piss me off," she then slammed the door behind her, making it rattle a bit. she was mid getting into her car when she noticed me standing there watching her. "what?" she scrunched her nose at me. i put my hands up, surrendering like she had a gun. she huffed and got into her car, started the engine and raced down the street.

i shrugged her off and instead opened the garage, revealing my blue chipped Chevrolet truck which was a complete contrast to her black matte maserati. it's not like i can't afford it, it's just that i like vintage stuff and i'm not much of a spender. besides, this vehicle is much more special and important to me than it already is; it used to be my grandfathers. he gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday and it became my prized possession since then. when he passed, mum tried to replace it but i refused; it was the only piece i've got of him.

when i arrived at the familiar brick building, i parked my truck at the nearest spot then proceeded towards the entrance.

"louis?"

i turned my head towards the source and a wide grin made its way to my face.

"oh my god, it really is you, you ass," he took big strides towards me and engulfed me in a hug.

"what the fuck zayn," i grinned pulling away to see if it really was him. "last time i checked your prancing uptight ass was squished back in bradford?"

zayn and i were kindergarten buddies. we fought over an orange crayon in art class, which got a bit messy and we ended up in the naughty corner. we became joined at the hip during our detention, after a few bickering and getting to know each other out of boredom. when year nine rolled in, he moved his ass back to his hometown where his mum was getting married to a director. we kept in contact occasionally, never missing each other's birthdays. year ten, i moved back to doncaster when my mom decided to giver her and my father a second chance. it was good while it lasted, but then a mutual decision was made that they didn't feel the same about one another anymore, so here we are again, in london, living with my nan.

"ready for year 13 man?" he asked me, clapping a hand over my shoulder.

"eh," i shrugged, walking alongside him, through the double doors. a lot of familiar faces stopped and stared, and talked. "when did you come back anyway?" i asked as we walked to the reception to get our locker keys and schedules.

"last year. everybody freaked," he laughed a bit.

"q, why are you always mean?" a girl huffed, walking past us.

"i'm just feeling especially bitchy today."

after this morning, i could recognize that voice anywhere. i titled my head to the side and was just in time to catch her flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking away from the short haired girl. a wave of sweet perfume hit me as she walked around us and in the office.

i raised my eyebrows at zayn, shoving a thumb in her direction.

"oh, that's qamara. total bitch and, sadly, extremely hot," he smirked walking through the doors. i shrugged and followed him.

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