After a horrific day of slimy and pink frog guts I seriously needed to take it easy. I ran to my locker and swiped my Victoria Secret bag with black sequins that shine like the sun. Slowly I stroll to bus that was the brightest shade of yellow, it could blind the blind. As I Am about to take one more step in my black new converse, I hear a raspy voice calling my name. It was deep and calming like the massage I had at the mall from the Asians that lived down my street. I turned 180 degrees to the the hunk that was a totally loser.
Today, I was gripping my red lunch tray filled with gray and freezing cold meatloaf. My eyes go across the room looking for Samantha, Zayn and Veronica at our usual table. As I found our table, my eyes got caught on a familiar someone, Tom, ew. He was checking out my outfit and I flipped my long brown hair as I fashion show walked past him like he was a worm. Pulling out the navy blue chair, I greeted the group. Zayn was wearing the signature Hawks Football jacket. It was bright red and had the school mascot on the back with 'MALIK' in bold white letters. His signature black hair had now had a touch of dougebag in in in the quiff. The blond completed his deep jawline that was endless as space. I swear that kid wears blush and concealer.
Zayn leaned over and pecked Samantha's perfect wavy fluff of rustic orange. Red slowly filled her cheeks and she leaned in to Zayn's football abs. I sighed and looked around noticing the peculiar tile pattern on the wall. I eat like a bird and didn't touch my meatloaf. Zayn lifted his arm and waved behind me. Quickly I realized who he was signaling to. Harry Styles. As a glace back at him, He smiled his signature smile with his perfect little white teeth. Waving his hand back, he turned his body back to his table and his meatloaf which he was so much enjoying. His beanie fell back a bit and exposed his curly hair.
"Well Hello Harry. Need anything?" I conversed back to him. He caught up with me as soon as my bus started to pull away. I noticed to late and I cursed under my breath. The spring air was starting to seep in with the clod winter air. I was so angry I could kill.
"Hey, hey." Harry began to attempt to calm me down, "I can take you home. But, back to why I stopped you. Here's the pencil you borrowed me in 5th period." He giggled like this had been planned. His hazel-green puppy eyes burred into my soul and begged. He reminded me of my own dog Cinnamon. In my mind I thought about the offer. Will mom be mad? Will be murder me? Is it a nice car? The last question I thought was pointless. When I agreed he took me to his vehicle, and there sat a shiny blue moped.
