Four Years Ago
“Nerd alert!” A familiar voice called. I stared at the ground in front of me as I made my way to my locker.
“Oh Lou, you know nerds are skinny.” A female voice sighed.
“Well that makes you special babe.” The boy whispered in my ear. I forced myself not to tense at his approximation.
“Oh look! It’s blushing!” The female cried.
“Becca, you know that it is definitely a female.” The boy teased. I finally made it to my locker and swung it open. I glared at the blue metal wall and tried to ignore them.
“Lou! You’re going to be late to class!” One of the popular kids shouted. Before the two left, the boy traced my jawline and pinched my cheeks.
“I’ll miss you Chubbs.” He laughed as he walked away.
Present Day
“Sophi, you’ll never guess what I scored!” My best friend Matilda cried gleefully, running up to me as fast as a bullet.
“What did you get?” I laughed.
“Tickets to a meet and greet and then a concert.” She said happily.
“Whom, may I ask, are we meeting?” I asked
“One Direction,” She sighed dreamily.
“I’m not going.” I deadpanned.
“Well why the hell not?” she snapped
“I don’t like One Direction.”
“You used to.”
“Liar,”
“Please come.” She poked me.
“You are nineteen. Why do you want to meet a boy band?” I lectured.
“Because they’re gods.” She answered.
“What’s in it for me?” I asked.
“Bragging rights…?” she phrased it as a question. I raised my eyebrows.
“I’ll clean up around the apartment for a month.” She moaned.
“Alright, I’ll go.” I complied.
“You’re a brat.” She muttered.
“Takes one to know one.” I singsonged. She laughed and linked arms with me.
“I still have another class today.” I laughed, trying to get out of her grip.
“Honey, you are in college and you haven’t missed a class all semester. Besides there’s no time like the present!” She cried, dragging me down the carpeted hallway. I mumbled about how that didn’t make much sense but I let her pull me away from my creative writing class.
“Are you ready?” Matilda called, hitting our joined wall annoyingly.
“Yes,” I answered with a hint of irritation. She laughed and the thumping stopped. A moment later she appeared in the doorway to my room with an approving look on her face.
“Perfecto!” She cried in a falsetto voice. I was wearing a light blue varsity jacket, a black tank top with an American flag shaped like a heart, ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of black TOMS. My long blonde hair was yanked back into a ponytail and my nails were painted blue. My greenish blue eyes matched the light blue of my jacket and were surrounded in brown eyeliner.
