The Popularity Project

{40} We're so sorry!

Non-edited

So, there's about a week until Christmas and my stupid school decided to have a Chrsitmas celebration.

Though I'm pretty sure the Winter Dance clarified that.

However, this special celebration means I have to get my lazy ass out of bed in the middle of my holiday week.

Brilliant.

Throwing the duvet off me frustratedly, I ran my hands down my face.

My father was on his business trip as per usual and my mother had taken to England to boost her career or somewhat. Callum hadn't come home last night, probably at that blonde girl's house. And finally, my older sister, she was.... God, knows where my sister was.

I'm quite excited for Christmas because it's when the whole family gets together. My parents always come home 2 days before then, so they have time to prepare food. The decor is always set by Leila, 3 weeks before Christmas. The invitations are sent months before, so they make sure guests don't book something else for that time slot and finally, I get to meet Amber's current 8 months boyfriend.

I know, very organised.

Fumbling across my bedside table, my hand made contact with my laptop. I sat up against my headboard, and scrolled through my music on Spotify.

Sad Playlist.

Angry Playlist.

Pop Playlist.

Jogging Playlist.

Lit Playlist.

Yeah, lit playlist.

I'd already listened to the Sad Playlist repeatedly days ago, when I saw Ky-.

Let's not talk about it.

Tapping on it, I clicked on shuffle before connecting it to my speakers.

Don't judge. I'm sure some of you name your playlists.

One Dance blared through my speakers, causing me to grin widely.

I don't know what it is about this song, but just hearing the beat makes me wanna dance. I suddenly just get all this energy into me, awakening me completely from my slumber.

Fixing my sweatpants and my tank top, I danced to the bathroom, deciding to wash my face first. After dancing in the mirror for too long, I plastered toothpaste on my brush before sticking it into my mouth.

Dancing around my bathroom, the doorbell suddenly rung causing me to spit out my toothpaste.

Sticking my toothbrush back into my mouth, I danced down the stairs. Twirling and shaking around with full energy.

The doorbell rang again, causing me to groan.

"I'm coming, calm down!" I called, my mouth full off toothpaste again.

Opening the door, an unexpected person was standing there.

Stopping from brushing my teeth, I stood there embarrassed.

"Umm... Sorry to disturb you." My music continued to blare, causing me to blush "I just think we needed to talk. Over coffee maybe? Though, you look clearly...busy."

I could tell he was fighting back a smirk, which angered me. He actually had the audacity to show up at my doorstep, asking me if I wanted coffee with that damned smirk.