"Watch where you going you blind arse!"
Claire laughed as she walked away with her friends. I picked up my books and sketch pad and looked at her again. She's giggling with her friends with her fake laughs and everything I hope she chokes while gagging from her boyfriend's dick.
"Moira are you okay?" Cinque (sing-ki) ran to me and helped me to get up.
"Yeah. Thanks." I replied and looked at them again. "God she really pisses me off."
"Don't mind her."
We began to walk since my locker is pretty far from the 'accident' where I stood and while walking everyone just stopped and looked in a certain direction, me Cinque was so curious we suddenly saw them.
The cool group. The pretty boys of the school. They call themselves One Direction and I honestly think the name was too gay. The group composed of 5 boys named: Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson and they guy who I find most attractive Zayn Malik. Their group is pretty hot I admit, but none of the boys had the aura like Zayn. But who am I kidding? What's the guts of him being my boyfriend or even liking me. I can't even talk to him.
In speaking of introducing him, I haven't introduced myself; I'm Moira De Castro. I'm pretty much of a transferee for almost two years I guess. We moved here to the UK because my mum had a job offer. She's a fashion designer in the PH and I kind of got her talent. I wasn;t your typical kind of gal. I'm not popular nor a nerd neither. I guess I was at the normal stage or maybe lower, since I have been bullied by one of the populars which was Claire. No, I'll never be that girl who tries to be a someone or to be 'popular'. I'm not flirt and never flirt with a popular guy to be popular as well, because as far as I'm concerned, I'm staying away from that stage as far as possible.
"God Niall is so attractive." Cinque murmured.
"Cinque please."
We giggled. As we both looked at Niall, he was looking at our direction ans smirked. As they passed Cinque almost fainted because she's head over heels with Niall. I didn't even dared to look at Zayn because one: he's too hot and I might melt. Two: he prefers to stare at hot girls and three: he's in a relationship with my friend Jasmin.
I didn't want to sound all such a 'feeler' but I swear to God as me and Cinque began to walk, I looked back and saw Harry looking at me.
*
"But Moira it'll be a fun party!" Jasmin begged.
"No Jasmin. I'm not like you popular kids who party all night." I refused.
"Ugh," she groaned. "Cinque will you please come?"
"My parents won't allow me. But," she frowned. "I'll only go if Moira goes."
"You two are no fun." she pouted.
Deep inside I knew Cinque wanted to come, but she's not that partyish and is at the level of needing a chaperone. Me and Cinque were neighbors and she grew in a family with strict and high expected parents. I'm no socialite who parties, drinks and sleep with different guys. Not saying Jasmin is one, because she's totally not, I just never really liked going to one. I don't know anyone besides Jasmin in the popular clique and I can already predict that in the end, me and Cinque will just go home early.
"Please! It's not that much of a party. We dance and drink, like literally a lot, but that's just it!" Jasmin explained. "Please just come!"
"Give us one good reason." I said and crossed my arms.
"I'm too bored with the same people." she frowned. "Zayn's too busy drinking and dancing and smoking."
"Oh." I rolled my eyes. I knew it. a typical party.
