One inexperienced introverted girl, an appealing rich daredevil, one domineering sultry blonde, a bully, the psychopath and the gregarious best friend.
Tiger Gething's story starts here.
Desperately trying to get the attention of the boy she's infa...
"A makeover is the rebranding of a human being." -Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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This morning, I thought my day would've ended with me at my computer desk, studying or learning something new about biometrics or cell regeneration.
That's how I planned it, but it didn't go that way. I'm somewhere I never thought I would be in a lifetime. Who knew that the way I dress could impact the way people approach me or view me at that, or how I even feel about myself? I was now just a girl with glasses.
Not a simple nerd or geek tard. I just had my first kiss, and who knows if I will remember it tomorrow? But right now, I had alcohol in my system, and I didn't care about tomorrow. I cared about now. This present moment. I was enjoying myself. With a boy at that. A cute boy.
"Umm, so that happened." I'm still surprised how the night escalated to this. Still panting slightly, I gaze at the boy in front of me.
"Yeah, that." He gives me a half-smile, still trying to catch his breath again. He drops his gaze to my lips, then back to my eyes.
I just had my first kiss with Niall Horan, and how do I feel about it? I feel fantastic. The rush of it all was exhilarating. I want more. I want him. I want him to be mine.
Right now, Harry is at the back of my mind. Niall is in full view. But I'm not sure if he feels the same way. The alcohol in my system makes me feel brave, like I can do anything. I need more of that. I look around for the bottle of vodka, but it's nowhere in sight. Harry took it with him.
"What's going through your head, Ty?" Niall interrupts my thoughts.
I didn't realize that I was still staring at him the entire time. "Umm..." I begin to say, but I am lost for words. What is this feeling within me?
"Was that your first kiss?" He lifts an eyebrow as he studies me.
"Yes," I confess, turning away from his captivating gaze.
"Oh wow, I'm honored that I was your first, but I wish I at least took you out on a date first." He reaches for both my hands and says, I look at him, and my eyes widen. The corner of his mouth curves upward.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Does he mean what I think he means? I look at his hands, cradling mine in confusion. What is it that I feel fluttering in my stomach?
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He brings both my hands to his chin and looks at me, his blue eyes glistening. I gulp. Is this happening?I retrieve one of my hands from his hold and pinch my arm.
"This is real, Ty." He giggles at my action.I hold his eyes with mine once more.
"Yes. I would love to go on a date with you." I finally gave him my answer. He lifts my hand and pecks the back of it.
