"Crap!" I shout and ignore the fact that Louis is in the same bed as me.
"Hurry! You have 20 minutes to class!" Dylan says. "I have to go or I'll be late, you'll take care of it from here?" He adds and I nod. As he runs out of the room, I quickly run to my closet and pick out a pair of jeans and a simple white tank top. I take a pinkish cardigan as well before I run in to the toilet. I brush my teeth and put on some concealer and mascara just to cover how hangover I look. I brush my hair and teeth too before exiting and I see Louis sitting up, shirtless, in my bed. He's rubbing his head and yawning.
"Get up! I'm so late! My father is going to murder me!" I panic and start looking after my converse. I can't find them anywhere and I groan loudly.
"Chill out." I hear Louis say and I turn around to face him with my brows furrowed.
"Chill out? How the hell am I going to chill out! I'm late!" I yell and continue looking for my converse. I find them behind my heels and quickly pull them out and put them on. I sit on my little purple sofa in my room and tie my shoes while Louis is taking on his shirt and jeans. He's done with everything when I've tied my shoes. I run out of my room as I grab him by the arm to drag him out as well.
I get down on the first floor and everything is squeaky clean.
"How can it be so clean?" I say in confusion and rub my head.
"You cleaned it last night, remember?" Louis says and I'm still confused.
"I did?" I say and he nods.
"Yea, you, some of your friends, the boys and I. Well, mostly you and I cleaned while the others were too drunk to function." He says and shrugs.
We walk to my car as I lock the front door.
I don't see his jeep anywhere so I assume he came here with Zayn and Harry, which means I'll have to drive him and it will be totally awkward.
"You need a ride?" I say and he shrugs.
"Sure, if you don't mind." He says and smiles. I give him a small smile as I open the door to my bmw.
"I'll leave you on campus since I don't have time to go anywhere else." I say as he nods. He's checking my car out as I tell him that and I shake my head. It's not a really nice car, it looks pretty old. I got it for my 16th birthday and my father was shocked when I asked specifically for this car. It was a model from a couple of years ago. I didn't want to ask for a nice car since people used to pick on me for getting nice stuff from my parents.
People used to see me as this rich snobby girl because of the way I dressed and the things my parents would buy me. I always had these potato sack like dresses and tennis shoes with them, they'd call me wannabe farmer because of the potato sack dresses. I would always get so upset and I really tried not being that girl but whatever I'd do, they would always find something to pick on. So, for my 16th birthday I asked for this car and my father bought it for me. He always bought me stuff because I obeyed his orders of being an A student in school and a flawless daughter.
Whatever, I was bullied and I couldn't wait to get out of high school and away from those people. They ruined the whole point of high school. I didn't have any friends except for Nat. We were outsiders and I hated it so as soon as I quit high school my change started. I threw away all my dresses and tennis shoes, it hurt a bit but it was worth it. I then bought clothes that were showing the way my body was structured without showing any skin, it was daring but nice. The shoes I bought were either heels or some kind of converse or nikeys. Makeup was also bought and I spent most of my days in my room watching YouTube tutorials for how to contour my nose.
My father almost had an heart attack.
I was determined not to be that girl again. I wanted to be my own person and I did not want to be who my father wanted me to be. I didn't want to be that little miss knows it all that marries a rich dude with vests and chinos. No way, that's not me. I want to be successful, of course, I'm still studying hard and getting my A's, that won't stop but I need to live my life as well. Everything is not about how wealthy and successful you need to be, it's about experiencing things you thought you'd never experience. Like I never thought I'd experience meeting three criminals that I meet every now and then.
