I Bake Cupcakes

Chapter 3

"Get up sweetheart." I heard a British accent say. I hopped out of bed, and Harry was shirtless, standing in front of me.

"Hey, Harry!" I said and he smiled, and came up to me. He put his arm around my waist, and kissed me.

"Harry, please, not now, I just woke up! At least let me brush my teeth!" I said and he let me go. I walked to the bathroom and I put toothpaste on my brush. I looked in the mirror, and, standing in the doorway, was Harry, dressed down to his boxers.

"C'mon, Har, don't do this!" I said and turned around. He smirked and walked closer to me. I was scared.

"No! Stop!" I said loudly and I stepped back.

He changed the smirk to an evil smile. I put the brush down and ran past him, into my bedroom. He followed, and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Wake up!" He said and shook my shoulders. I looked at him confused. He leaned in and kissed me again.

"Wake up! Please!" He shouted and misty fog appeared out of no where.

"W-what's going on?" I said shakily. Suddenly, he turned into my mom and I fell into bed.

It was a dream.

"Wake! Up! Now!" My mom shouted and I opened my eyes.

"Finally! Your gonna be late for the bake sale!" She said and left my room. I reached for my phone next to my bed. I unlocked it and it said I had 18 new texts. I checked, and they were all from the girls. Most of them were Fiona telling me to wake up. I rolled my eyes and read them.

'Sorry. Can't make it. I gotta but crap from the food store. Maybe I'll run into you in town.' From Leia.

'Going to gymnastics soon. Then getting my mom a cake for her birthday tom. If you want come by Maria's Bakery ill be there.' From Fiona.

I closed messages and locked my phone. I got out of bed and went to my dresser.

"What to wear, what to wear.." I said aloud and opened up my pants drawer. I pulled out pastel green legging out and closed that drawer. I opened up my shirt drawers and rummaged around. I finally chose a white tee with lace in the back.

I pulled out a bra and underwater and went to the bathroom. I swear if Harry comes out in his boxers I will flip. I chuckled and put my clothes down on the toilet, and brushed my blonde, straight hair.

I put on the shirt and pants and looked in the mirror. Eh, it's fine for a school thing, I thought.

I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and took out my male up kit from Victoria Secret, and started on blush. Then, nude lipgloss, then, what people call it, 'smokey eyes', with more of a cat eye look with my liquid eyeliner and eyeshadow. Then, to top it all off, I piled on 5 coats of mascara. Done, and done.

After brushing my teeth, I got out, and my cat was just coming in my room. I smiled and picked the black and white kitty up.

"Hi there, Lily. Who's my favorite girl?" I cooed and pet her behind the ears. She purred in my arms and I kissed her head.

I set Lily down and grabbed my small black wristlet, and put my phone and $20 in there, for no reason.

"Honey you ready??" I heard from downstairs. I ran out of my room and ran down the stairs.

"Watch out! Your gonna hurt yourself doing that one day!" My mom exclaimed.

I laughed and went behind her to grab my sweater. It was a cream color and it had the British flag with flower print.

"Ok, so your already 5 minutes late. And aren't you forgetting something?" My mom asked.

I shrugged. No, I got my phone, sweater, cupcakes-

"Be right back." I said and ran to the kitchen. I closed the case and took the 24 cupcakes, and ran back to my mom.

"Let's go."

***

"Joanna!" I heard some one say when I got into the school. I turned around.

Oh great.

Kayla.

"What, Kayla?" I sighed. She thinks she's all popular because she wears designer clothes, but trust me, she has more enemies then friends.

"Oh, why mean?" She said and tilted her head and did the puppy dog face.

"Shut up. Now, excuse me, I've got some cupcakes to sell." I said. Wow, no way to make THAT sound cool.

She scoffed and walked past me, leaving a trail of horrible perfume.

I chuckled and headed for the cafeteria.

THIS is going to be a loooong bake sale.