Jasmines POV
And for the next couple billion chapters as well I'm pretty sure.
So, I am out of all of ze other hell holes and up to the last round. Why did I choose to do Italian? Emily's in the same class with me, but no. Chloe chose to do darn Japanese. Meh, I did want to do it in the first place.
My next class was Music. Since my day was shít today, this class better be good. I do have an interest in music, so I'm guessing I will have a better time then all of my other classes. The first one is always ze worst one. I think. I wasn't with much of my friends today, Emily and that's about it, haven't seen Chloe, Niall or he other guy.
I looked over to my right, yes there is 2 entrances to the room. I saw familiar blonde/brown hair, white shirt, black jeans.
Wait, is that- YESSSA GOODBHE SATAN, NIALL HAA COME TO SAVW MEH.
We have only met once, but it doesn't mean we're not friends, or acquaintances. Niall had seemed to have noticed me and was now coming my way. Thank god, I have someone. I did make a few friends today, but not too many. Fewer of them seem kinda stuck up. Meh, anyway.
"Hey jasmine, looks like we're in the same class," Niall smiles at me, me returning one with "Hey Niall, looks like it is."
We should get to know each other. For all I know he could be a secret drug dealer or something. People were still filing the classroom, looking around to see any friends, enemys, arch enemys, best friends, etc the list goes on.
Me and Niall take a seat towards the middle of the classroom. I wonder if Niall has any siblings here, or siblings t all, I should ask. I was just about to when a familiar laugh cut me off.
To my left, Chloe was laughing with some other dude. What the, she's gonna have to explain this later. This 'dude' had blondish, reddish dyed hair, wore a black tank top, denim jacket over it, black jeans and etc. he looked like one of those punk guys. I'm confused. One of the biggest reasons would be if he was Australian, I'm gonna go with that.
"Hey, you ok?" Neil's Irish accent flew through my ears. "Yes dear Neil, I am ok. Thank you for asking."
"You're welcome Jesmene"
What the, are we in drugs, I don't know to be honest. (We're not but I'm just doing it for humour ok,)
Chloe spotted me and sent a wave, me returning a llama hand, causing her to laugh. This mystery I'm assuming Australian guy and Chloe made their way to the back of the classroom.
Did I mention our seats/tables were meant for 2. Well now you should know. "Who was that?" Niall asks, what the hell h- oh. He didn't meet them.
"Oh, my friend Chloe and some other guy."
"Yeah, his name is Michael, just didn't know the other one."
"You know him?" Okay, right now I'm just about to interrogate Niall. "Yeah, he's a friend of mine."
"Ok your gonna have to tell me about this Michael."
"Well, he's in a band, Australian, likes the guitar," Niall thought for a minute.
"I've heard enough," I finished my interrogation session. Well that was easy.
"Oh, class is about to start we should listen up," Niall nudges my shoulder.
"Oh yeah, listening."
I like to play the violin.
After class
Niall said a goodbye, us both exchanging numbers so we could keep in touch.
Well, now it is time to now interrogate Chloe. The last class for the day has ended, didn't get any homework which is hella good. Makin my way over to ze familiar friend. She says goodbye to another
"Hey, who's the guy?" I hold back a smile, ending up failing and looking like a messed up giraffe.
"A friend," she stroked her imaginary beard.
"And how did you meet this, friend?"
"Oh, we were partners for science."
"Ok I'm done. Want to go find Emily?"
"Yeah we should get to that," she says while we both head down the corridor.
"Oh, by the way. Should I dye my hair?" Chloe asks,
"Depends on what colour, but it's your choice,"
"Sort of like Ombre,"
"It's your choice,"
"Why did I bother asking."
"I don't know," I shrugged. Did Michael talk her into this? Meh I don't mind anyway, it's a natural colour...I'm sure.
"Michael says it'll look pretty cool. Meh, I'll do it in my free time."
"Ok, might look cool. Oh there she is, EMILY C'MERE" I yell out at Emily wondering around a corridor. Probably doing the same thing as us.
"Oh hey, there you are. What have you been up to? By the way, I bumped into Niall, he said that he forgot to tell you that you should meet his friends some time. And that he still has to meet Chloe."
"Haha, kind of walked off at that point. Oh Em, I'm thinking of dying my hair ombre, I have been for a while. Sorry for not telling you guys. Do you think I should?" Chloe asks,
"Yeah, it could look pretty. But if you want to"
"Yay, got a answer out of you. Unlike jasmine over here,"
I let out a little laugh, before suggesting "Why don't you do it now? I mean, we're not doing anything. And it's not that late, 3:15,"
"Meh, ok. I got the money for it so why not."
We all agreed that we would go with Chloe to ze hairdressers. Or some people may call a salon. I don't know call it whatever you want.
It wasn't that far away, we lived pretty close to a town with a mall and all those other communities and stuff.
Emily was driving, me and Chloe having a war in the back seats. It was a crossover between sass-and lame jokes.
Emily shaking her head a couple of times, taking part in our little 'war' also.
The car soon came to a halt, we all piled out and into ze hair salon. This was apparently a good place to go to, according to that Michael guy, who probably dyes his hair often. So I'd say I would trust this place.
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