Crash - Little Mix [Jesy Nelson]

Eight

"You're late again missy." Jaz said in a hushed tone as I took a seat next to her. I rolled my eyes giving her the finger. I felt her glare at me, while I tried listening to what my English professor was saying.

"-This upcoming poem...I want all of you to truly put all your emotions in this piece. No I'm not saying for you to tell me about your personal life, I just want all of your emotions and damnit I want it to be the best piece you've ever written in this class!" Mr. Fairfield said looking around the silent classroom.

Jaz scoffed.

"How in the hell do you put all of your emotions in a poem without telling a story?" She frowned, biting the edge of her pencil In frustration.

I shook my head absentmindedly not even bothering to try, and explain what Mr Fairfield meant myself.

Disappointment was clearly written on his face, as no one said anything in the quiet classroom.

"So why did you come so late, I mean class ends in like-" Jaz suddenly stopped to glance down at her small pink digital watch "-5 minutes." She said glancing at me in inquiringly, raising her perfect eyebrow.

I sighed shrugging my shoulders.

"I woke up late," I replied. "But it's not like any of your business." I snapped feeling a slight pain on the lower part of my stomach. Fucking cramps.

She giggled mumbling, " I understand."

Rolling my eyes ignoring Jaz presence. I faced the professor who was still talking about our upcoming project. I frowned disinterestedly as he talked about the importance of the poem turned in on time.

I placed my head on the desk facing one of my classmates who was looking intensely at me. I slowly looked around the class noticing everyone was paying attention to Mr. Fairfield as he continued talking, while the boy continued to stare at me.

Most people would be creeped out but not me, in fact I stared back with a harsh glare on my face "what the hell are you staring at?" I hissed loud enough for him, and anyone around to hear me.

"Miss is there a problem?" Mr. Fairfield asked as I slowly faced the front again.

I gave him a fake smile, "Of course not sir." He raised his eyebrow staring at me for a long time not bothering to show how annoyed he really is with a long sigh, He gave me one final glare before explaining more about the assignment.

Still feeling that heated stare, I faced the boy again who continued staring at me with a slight smirk.

I watched how he slowly ran his fingers through his black hair flexing his arm a little causing me roll my eyes in annoyance at how cocky he was, I mean I don't even know the guy but one look gave me his whole personality, 'ugly, cocky and plain out disturbing'

I slowly glanced down at his exposed inked skin, which was suddenly covered by his black shirt. I looked back at his face to see him smirking even more.

Stupid boy

I flipped him the bird hearing a deep laugh throughout the classroom.

Once the professor dismissed everyone. I quickly got up not even bothering to check if Jaz followed me or not and made my way out of the class running outside the campus.

"Wait up!" I heard Jaz yell.

I slowed down giving a side glance watching her sprint towards me.

"Gosh, I really need to get in shape." I chuckled watching her lay down on the floor panting. "I-I hate running, never again," she took a deep breath "will I be running in life, I'll stick with walking."

"It wasn't that bad, besides running is good for you." I said laughing as she sat up.

"Fuck you, and your theory It feels like I ran across the world." She groaned walking towards the parking lot mumbling colorful words at me, while I followed her.

.~.

"I'm so excited for England! It's almost time for us to go 4 more weeks, and we will be free, We will turn into those annoying tourist-" I zoned out watching her lips move rapidly as she continued to rant about how exciting the trip to England will be, and what it will be like.

Don't get me wrong I am excited about the trip Im just not quite sure how my aunt will act react about me going out there since she always warned me it's safer to stay in American then going back to England.

But a small part of me thinks she's hiding something from me, and the only way I would find out is if I go out there, but if she was hiding something what could it possibly be?

What is so bad if I go out there?

It possibly couldn't just be about the coma, it feels like it's something more.

"-What if we meet the queen do you know how awesome that would be?!" Jaz suddenly yelled grabbing my arm in excitement catching me of guard.

"Um....yeah?" She smiled crushing me in a tight hug.

"something great is about to happen I can just feel it!" She chanted.

Hopefully it will.