I breathed a quick sigh of relief as the bell releasing us to lunch rang. I wasn't sure how much more history I could take. Suddenly, my best friend appeared at my side.
"Hey bitch." She giggled, I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Hey hoe."
My best friends name was Eleanor, Eleanor Calder to be exact. She had pretty brown hair that flowed down her back and big brown eyes. She had that picture perfect body that gave every girl a hit of self consciousness. Basically, if I was a lesbian I would fuck her.
"How has your day been, Miss.Rivers?" Eleanor asked in a posh accent, stiffling a giggle.
"Just dandy, Miss.Calder. Thank you for asking." I curtsied pulling on the ends of my dress, while Eleanor began laughing. I giggled and we entered the cafeteria, where all hell was breaking loose. Students were jumping around on the tables, food was being thrown. It was hell.
We quickly manuvered our way through the cafeteria and to our table. Eleanor used her binder as a shield from flying food, and I used my hands. We found our table and sat down quickly. Where our other best friends socialized.
Louis greeted Eleanor with a kiss, they have been a "thing" since 10th year and it is currently 12th year. They're the type of couple that are so sweet they make you want to puke.
Louis Tomlinson has brown hair in a quiff, and blue sparkling eyes. He is one of the most immature, funniest people I have ever met. He is the oldest in our little group. He is 19 years old.
Then we have Niall Horan, he is a natural brunette but he dyed his hair blonde. He has the blue-est eyes I have ever seen. Is that even a word? Well I just made it one. He is from Ireland so he has an Irish accent. He is so care-free and adorable, it makes everyone love him. He is the youngest at 17.
Next is Zayn Malik, he has raven black hair in a quiff also, and these light brown eyes. He is the quietest in our group, also the most mysterious. He is 18.
There is Liam Payne who has brown hair, and brown eyes. He is fit and so caring to everybody he meets. He is also the maturest and sweetest out of us all. He is 17 like Niall.
Finally, there is myself. I have dirty blonde hair that ended towards the middle of my back. I have hazel eyes, they are brown with green and blue specks in them. Its quite weird but cool looking. I am 17 also.
As the group socialized about what's been happening all day, my eyes wandered around the cafeteria. I turned back to the group and Niall wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my body closer to his.
We most definitely aren't a couple, most people mistake us for one though. We have a close relationship, he is like my brother. We constantly snuggle or just talk. His body heat radiated towards me and I leaned into him more. He ate his chips as if somebody was about to take them away from him.
"Can I have one pretty please?" I asked him, batting my eyes dramatically. Our whole table fell silent, awaiting his answer. We all know Niall never shares food. He released a small groan and handed me one, I grinned in triumph.
A loud groan fell out of Louis' mouth. "Seriously Nialler? You never share with me, but yet you share with this peasent. After all we've been through." Louis sighs loudly, I giggle and Niall shrugs.
Eleanor kisses Louis' cheek, "Don't worry babe, you can always eat some of my food." Louis kissed her forehead smiling and I surpressed an "awwwwww".
I laid my head against Niall's shoulder and closed my eyes, I felt like somebody was staring at me so I turned around. Only to meet eyes with Harry Styles. He sat alone at a table and I was mesmorized. I couldn't look away, it was as if I was in some trance.
A hand came in front of my face and snapped, I jumped as Niall chuckled. "You alright there, Bells?"
I nodded quickly and stood up, "I'm going to go keep the new kid company." Niall nodded and I walked to his table sitting down.
Harry's eyebrows raised in surprise and I smiled sheepishly, taking a small bite of my apple. "Hello."
He smirked, "Hey." 'Way to be smooth, Bella.' I mentally face-palmed.
"You looked kind of lonely so I decided to come keep your company. But if you would prefer to be alone that's perfectly fine too. I can just go back to my table and leave you alone. Whatever makes you comfortable.." I rambled on.
His laugh interuppted me, "Its fine. You can stay here." I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Is that all you're eating?"
Harry gestured to my apple, "Yeah. I don't need to gain any more pounds." I chuckled, a frown found its way to his face.
" 'Gain more pounds'? What do you mean? You're perfect any way you look." Harry said, eyebrows raised in confusion. Did he just call me perfect? I blushed, and looked down trying not to smile.
"Thanks."
An awkward silence settled on our table and I took a bite of my apple. Harry cleared his throat, "So what do you call a fake noodle?"
"What are you tal-"
He cut me off by answering his joke. "An im-pasta!" Harry grinned, clearly proud of his corny joke.
I burst into a fit of giggles, I can't help it. I am a sucker for corny Jokes. His smile got wider and my giggles settled down.
"I take it you liked my joke?" Harry smirked.
"Maybe." I replied, smiling.
I began playing with a ring on my pinky finger. It was a silver ring with a pink heart engraved in the center. I slid it off, then tried it on all of my fingers. I slid it on my thumb and when I tried to take it off it didn't budge.
My eyes widened and I began pulling frantically but it stayed in place. "Having trouble there?" Harry smirked, amusement in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes, "Help?" I extended my thumb in his direction and he began pulling trying to get it off.
"Harder!" I commanded when I felt it loosening up. A smirk played on his face and a dimple appeared.
"That's what she said."
I rolled my eyes again, "Shut up Harry, just do it."
Harry's smirk grew more if possible. "That's what she said."
"Harry. Shut. Up." I stated. "Now is not the time to talk about sexual jokes just please help me get this goddamn ring off my finger."
"Fiesty. I like it." Harry wiggled his eyebrows at me, causing me to snort. He pulled a final time and the ring slid off.
"Yes!" I fist-pumped in the air. "Thanks." Harry chuckled "My pleasure."
