My Babysitters Are Idiots // One Direction [Book 1: Idiot Series]

Chapter Five - Broke My Face

Mica.

The next morning, I was rudely awoken to someone screaming my name, and something about school, from my bedroom door. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Liam and Zayn standing there. They both grinned cheekily down at me as Zayn took a step forward, holding a hand out to lift me from my bed.

"Get dressed," Liam ordered before he and Zayn left.

I groggily made my way over to me closet and took out a black tank top, ripped denim shorts, vans and my favorite bracelets. I fixed my hair so it was straight, falling down my back the way I liked it. I cleaned my face and brushed my teeth before making my way downstairs.

I stumbled into the kitchen where all the boys were sat. They stared at me once they realized I was there. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I mocked.

"We... uh, never saw you dress like that," Louis hummed, clearing is throat as he did so. 

"Yeah, well, there's a lot you don't know about me," I joked as I made my way over to the fridge.

"Like...?" Liam asked.

"Like... I'm allergic to maple-syrup," I said.

"Maple-syrup?" Zayn questioned.

"Yeah, there's a lot more though, a lot you don't need to know about." I took out a cartoon of juice from the bottom shelf and gulped it down. After shutting the fridge door, I walked into the living room and fell onto the couch, Harry following in after me.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" he asked as he fell in to the couch next to me.

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm not hungry."

"You cant go twenty-four hours without eating and not be hungry," he chuckled.

"I can," I said, blankly.

"You still have to eat," he said, a little more annoyed this time.

"I'm not hungry, Styles," I growled.

"I don't care, Mica, you have to eat," he growled back.

"Seriously, Harry, stop acting like you care about me so much!" I shouted, standing up. "You don't care, and I know you don't care! You're only doing this because you have to. If you had a choice, you'd be at home." I stormed over to the front door and picked up my school bag on the way out, throwing it over my shoulder, and slamming the door shut. I didn't get far down the road before my thoughts were interrupted again.

"BOO!" My side was grabbed and I was thrown over someone's shoulder, and I knew who. I could smell him.

"Jacob!" I laughed, punching his back.

"Ouch, stop, that hurts!" he chuckled. 

He carefully put me down and slipped his hand into mine. I looked down at our hands and smiled.

Once we finally reached the school, Jacob and I walked to our lockers that were ironically placed close enough to each other. I opened mine and took out my books, putting the ones I didn't need back in. I closed my locker and turned to Jacob who was already staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Did I get you in trouble?" he asked. "You know, when we... kissed."

"A little, only off Harry, though. It doesn't matter, he doesn't actually care," I sighed.