Slow Burn

Chapter 2

September 2015

"Simone! Manage field hockey with Henry and I." Paisley told me as I was walking out of the building. 

"I don't know if I really want to." I laugh. "I legit have no clue about the first thing to field hockey, and all I'm interested in is going to bed. "

"I'll buy you dunkin' if you come." Henry convinces me, and that's how I found myself 20 minutes later walking down to the field hockey field. 

"Oh my gosh, we are about to walk past the soccer boys!" Paisley smiles. I laugh at her antics as I lowkey freakout internally. 

"Your boy is going to be practicing there too." Henry says as he nudges me towards the field. 

"Henry!" I yell "Stop it, I don't have a boy. Leave." As I push him back. 

"Watch out!" A distant voice yells. I turn around to see what they are talking about and am hit smack in the head with a soccer ball. 

Paisley and Henry start laughing uncontrollably as I'm rubbing my head. 

"I'm going to fight whoever did this." I tell them as I start laughing with them. 

"Simone! Simone! Looks who's coming." Paisley tells me as I look at them confused. 

"Are you going to fight him?" Henry says with a smirk on his face. 

I turn around and see Liam walking towards me. I've only been obsessed with him since freshmen year. He's a senior making him a year above all of us, and he was the definition of a model in making. From his sparking blue eyes to his muscular body, every girl wanted a piece of him. 

"Hey, Simone right?" He asked. "Sorry about that." He rubs his head sheepishly 

"Oh hi" I squeak out. I can already hear the endless teasing I'm going to get from Henry. "Um, you're fine. Don't worry about it, I'm good." 

"She wants to fight you." Henry tells him shamelessly. 

I give him the most the what the fuck face ever. 

"Is that so?" Liam carries on. 

"Liam, get back over here! Stop flirting." 

He gives me a final wink before jogging back to the field. 

I give Henry and Paisley a death glare before walking in front of them.

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After I dropped everyone off at their house, I returned home. 

Group Text from Brit:  I heard you got hit in the head with a soccer ball. 

Group Text from Henry: Yah, it was hella funny. 

Group Text from Ariana: Stoppp! Tell me what happened.

Group Text from Simone: I hate you all. 

Group Text from Henry: It was geekin. Liam kicked a soccer ball at her head.

Group Text from Ariana: HAHAHAHAHHA

Group Text from Brit: That sucks! AHAHAH DEAD.

I turn my phone over as I ignore whatever else they have to say in the group message. My face was burning up just thinking about that memory. 

A couple hours later as I'm scrolling through twitter, I get a notification.

Liam_Trenton followed you on Instagram.

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The week flies by as I go after school to help Henry and Paisley, sneaking glances at the soccer boys. This weekend was the weekend of Jada's birthday dinner. Everyone is gathered at her house to celebrate. 

"What look should I go for? Natural or dark and mysterious?" Chanel asks. Chanel is one of the classy ones in our group. She's always dressed to the nines, and always makes sure what she gets is what she wants.

"I don't know do what you want." Camille answers. 

"Can you do my makeup?" Chanel asks. 

Camille gets up and starts doing her makeup up. 

"I don't like that personally, so dark." Brit says on the side, I glance over and silently agree with her as I work on my makeup. 

"Henry, you want to do my makeup?" I ask. "Just kidding, just my foundation."

"Yes, you're gonna look on fleek because of me." He tells me. 

I laugh as he starts to cake my face with foundation.

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After all the pictures and formalities we finally enter the limo. This was my first time in a limo and I was impressed. Driving down the highway heading towards Baltimore made all of us seem boss and elite.

Hey, it's not everyday you're sitting in a limo with your friends looking good. We get to the restaurant and have a fantastic dinner as we watch a slideshow of the birthday girl. That was the night I made a new friend, Allen. I'm glad we met because he is truly funny unlike the quiet guy he acts like at school.