Operation: Good Girl // Horan // Discontinued

Chapter Four

AWWW!!!

So sad, Ari’s broken-hearted. But hey, who do you ship? Zari or Ariall? Haha! Nice names. Any more name-ship-something suggestions?

~E xx

~ARI~

“Hey, sorry I couldn’t make it.” I sighed, letting me plop down on Em’s couch. “Yeah, sure. No prob. Pay me back with piano lessons would be enough. Pi’s no good.” She said, popping another piece of Pringles in her mouth. “Want some?”

“Think I’ll pass.” I told her. “Uh-oh. You refusing any kind of food is NOT good. What’s going on?” Pi asked me. Or at least I think it was her. I wasn’t really paying attention. I guess that’s just how people are when they’re depressed.

“Broken-hearted, aye sis? What happened? Did an Oreo run away with a sandwich?” Pi tried to make me feel better.  That girl could read anyone’s feelings, something like Edward Cullen.

“Just fine, thanks. I think I’ll lie down for a while.” I smiled slightly. They both nodded and I heard Pi say again “YOU. ASKED. FOR. LESSONS. It’s your fault if I made you sound bad.”

Everything just went spinning as I lied down. I mean, Zayn?! Being in love?! With another girl?! It would be fine if he fell in love with that guy Liam or maybe even the blonde Guy. I went through that with Eric and Gale.

But an actual GIRL?! Maybe he just meant me.  Think about it, that’s what happens with romance novels, right?

Ugh! I’m getting back to the old me again. And FYI, I don’t like it! I mean, the old me was gross! I like this version – Ari Jenner 2.0 – MUCH better.

**

Back then, I was the casual girl wanting EVERY thing in a cliché romance movie to happen to me. I always wanted a guy to drape his coat on my shoulders and carry me to bed when I’m already sleeping.

And surprisingly, nothing actually happened. I was surprised, because my first day of high school, every guy was looking at me.

So I stopped. I stopped waiting for my prince; I stopped hoping for any fairytale to happen.

I’d never admit it to anyone, but deep down, even if I buried it in the very back of my mind, I still want all of it to happen. A guy who’d drape his jacket on me when I’m cold, a guy who’d carry me to bed when  I fall asleep on the couch. A guy who’d slow-dance with me and most of all, a guy who’d kiss me in the rain.

**

I woke up. Really?! I fall asleep THAT fast?! UGH!!! I’m unbelievable.

I checked my phone – which really wasn’t necessary, since no one would want to call me, The Good Girl Gone Bad. But something…or even someone was wrong.

Me.

There was my phone, still itself with TEN miscalls. Who in the right mind would call me?! Why’d they call me?! How’d they get my number anyways?!

Unknown Number.

I ran downstairs, since maybe Pi or Em gave my number away to some friend of theirs. Or maybe I got pranked, Em could track them down. The perks of having a nerdy best friend.

I was just stepping on the firs stair when “ARIII!!! SOMEONE’S HERE TO SEE YOUU!!! IT’S NOT THE POLICE!!”I heard Pi yell/giggle from downstairs.

What if the guy who called me had Em and Pi as prisoner, then made them fool me and record words? Or what if Em’s an alien sent from out of space with a clone of Pi to kill me? Or what if they’re both OBAMA in disguise? Hey, anything possible.