Coached [Harry Styles]

Chapter 3.

"Gab, Josh told me he is super pumped to see you," Mari gushes over the phone as I rummage through my closet looking for something to wear for tonight. I press my cell phone between my ear and shoulder and take out a tight red dress with a slit across the chest. Too slutty?

I place it back in my closet. "Yeah, I'm sure he said that exact sentence," I respond, rolling my eyes. Josh isn't the type of guy that would go on and on about his feelings towards me, especially to a girl like Marielle, who isn't one to keep her mouth shut. Girls in our school always go to her for the latest gossip since she seems to know every single thing about everyone.

"I swear, cross my heart and hope to die! He really likes you and I know you like him too," she teases me.

"Yeah, yeah," I say in a bored tone though I smile to myself, excitement bubbling in my chest. Maybe this will turn into some type of long-lasting relationship, seeing as the last one I had didn't end up too well.

My best friend notices my silence and speaks up. "You better not be thinking about Dan again," she warns.

I sigh. "Sorry sorry, it's just hard, you know how much he meant to me." I twirl a piece of my long, dark hair around my finger. Mari really does know me better than anyone on this planet. She even warned me that my last boyfriend wasn't the right guy for me, but of course I was blinded by love and completely ignored anything she had to say.

"I know you loved him," she says sadly. "But no one that actually cared about you would go and cheat on you with some random whore at the bar. He was mental."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Ah, whoops, sorry. You know what I meant," she corrects herself. "Anyways!" she shouts and continues talking, taking me out of my depressed state of mind.

I begin thinking back to last year even though I try to my best to avoid going back in the past. I thought my life was perfect until a certain boy ruined it. I was Gabby Ventura, the popular, beautiful, athletic, straight A's girl with a hot boyfriend. Everyone thought I had my life set out for me, even I did. That was until Daniel went and cheated on me, breaking my heart. My grades plummeted. I stopped caring how I looked. I even started to suck at soccer. I was just so distracted and didn't give two shits.

I obviously got over it, but for over two months
I really thought the world was ending. I promised myself a break from boys. That was until the rumor started that Josh liked me, and I began to like him back.

I tune back into the conversation with Mari, where she is going on about who is coming to her house tonight. "I think the majority of the crowd is coming over around 8, so get here around 7:30?"

"Yeah, I'll be there then." I tell her goodbye and hang up, plugging in my phone to charge.

After taking a much needed hot shower, I head back to my walk-in closet and grab a few pairs of nice jeans and a couple tanks to try on. I lay them out across my white comforter and finish drying my body off. With the towel wrapped around my mid section, I begin to comb my dark lengthy hair in the mirror.

It's pretty thick and takes almost 15 minutes after every shower to brush through the snarls. I notice that it is almost down to my waist, and mentally make a note to ask my mom to schedule me a haircut. I quickly throw it into a pony tail, the ends still dripping onto my lower back.