5 Idiots and Me

Chapter 8

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The LAST CHAPTER was UNEDITED!!!!! This chapter is also unedited.

Sorry for any mistakes though, because when I reread chapter 7, I found some grammar issues. I’ll probably fix it a after I post this chapter.

So go ahead and enjoy.

Here it is.

Chapter 8

*Dun dun duhhhhh*

            After my breakfast with Harry (which I might say it was quite cheerful and tasty), we climbed into Simon’s BMW (after a lot of persuading from Harry’s side). I have always admired its flawless beauty that was there on both the inside and out. It was smooth and faultless, just like a certain curly haired boy who was driving it to my left. I have to admit, he had some trouble driving it. “Fudge off old man, I’m from England! I’m trying okay!” Harry screamed at an old man who just drove us after giving us the middle finger.

            You see, Harry’s from England, so there the driver’s seat is on the right side of the car and they drive on the left side of the road; as where we Americans’ driver seat is on the left side of the car and we drive on the right side of the road.

            Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have let Harry drive. Stupid me.

            I mean he almost got us killed or into an accident at least 5 times! Seriously! And my school was only 10 minutes away. Jeez!

            And don’t even get me started on the directions! Harry kept missing the turns, so it took 17.6 minutes to get to school today. Good thing we left early. “Harry, stop here!” I cried out as we almost passed my school.

            Harry slammed on the breaks, sending both flying forward in our seat, only to be safely caught by our seatbelts. He let out a deep breath and I turned to face him. “I am NEVER, EVER, sitting in a car where you are driving again!” I said dramatically.

            Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Stop being so melodramatic Chels! I drive perfectly fine. You’re just boring. Your life is so unexciting Chelsea, unexciting.”

            I frowned and pondered over what he said. Sure I didn’t go out as much as other people, or talk to many people, but that’s only because I wasn’t much of a social person after my mom’s death. Was I really that boring? “I’m not boring; I do actually have a lot of fun.” I protested.

            Harry rolled his eyes again; I swear if he does that too much, his eyes will fall out. “Yeah, sure.”

            “I’m serious.”

            “Mm hmm. Totally.”

            I sighed, “What do I have to do in order for me to prove I am indeed fun?”

            “Well,” Harry began, a twinkle in his green eyes, “you can come to the carnival with me this Saturday. As my date.”

            My mind froze as the word date escaped the boy’s mouth. A date? Me? I didn’t know if I should go. I mean, I didn’t know if I was ready to go as anyone’s date after Josh. As I thought about this offer, my eyes unconsciously narrowed. “The carnival that happens every year?” I asked.

            “Yep, you want to come? Or are you too boring to come?” Harry teased as I glared at him.

            I did want to go and prove Harry wrong. It could be fun. Maybe it was time I move on from Josh. Maybe I could show both boys the rebellious side of me. But the only thing that was stopping me from going is the entire Westfield high school student population would be there. The high school I go to. Harry was looking at me, waiting for me answer. I took a deep breath in and let it out. Throwing all caution to the wind, I said the four words that brought a gigantic smile light up Harry’s face, “Yes, count me in.”