Stitch (5SOS)

Chapter 2.

Bay's POV

I watched as that hot, shy boy walk away from me and Alissa, with his equally hot friend. Alissa stared me down and backed me against my locker.

"Alissa, come on, you were looking at him like he was your only life source. I had too." She stared at me for what seemed like hours. The only thing that stopped her piercing stare was the bell. I picked up her books and watched her walk away from me, her cute ponytail hitting her back perfectly.

"I'm sorry!" I yelled after her. I walked to my French class, half excited and half terrified.

~ 6:00 p.m. that night ~

I dropped the curl and watched it spring back. Alissa had finally seen the double date for a good thing and was in my room, raiding my closet.

"Bay, what size is this skirt?" She yelled, through the walls. I walked into my room and saw her in my blue jean skirt, my gray knitted off-the-shoulder sweater, and a pair of my wedges. Her hair was absolutely perfectly curled, falling around her face and down her back. I looked down at myself in practically the same skirt and wedges. The only difference between our outfits was my crochet top and the fact that she was a hell of a lot cuter than I was.

"Damn girl!" I walked over to my dresser to grab my little bow earrings.

"Oh shut up, I look hideous." She said as she put on the cutest cross necklace.

"Bitch, do you want to be slapped?" I laughed. I sat on my bed and pulled on my wedges.

"Here." I threw another pair at Alissa. It hit her leg and she let out a cute little yelp.

"What the fuck?!" She half scolded, half laughed. Suddenly, my mom yelled up the stairs. They're here. We walked down the stairs as suductively as possible. Luke's hair was flopped over to the side and his burgundy beanie lied perfectly on his head. I silently wondered how he got it like that, how he got that hot, and how he ever noticed me.