Lyla's P.O.V.
We grabbed our food and sat down at our usual table.
"Are you sure you want to go with that kid?" I ask.
"Yeah, Josh seems nice," she shrugs.
"I'm pretty sure that's not even his name," I laugh.
"Maybe it was the wrong thing to do..with things going on between Lou-"
"What?" I ask wide eyed.
"With LOUIS and our dog. You didn't let me finish," she says obviously lying through her teeth.
"Whatever, I'm not going to say anything. I see him everytime I'm at Niall's in his room or on the couch."
"Exactly, he never visits the dog,"
"I'm having trouble with my Spanish," I move on.
"You don't even need to be taking 4 years of language!"
"I know, but I always wanted to know Spanish and I just forgot, you know since after what happened,"
She's sighs as the bell rings.
"Yeah, let's get going," she says.
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It's the last class now and that is my Spanish class.
Finals are coming up and I don't think I can take this final.
"Lyla? Can you please read the paragraph on page 188?"
I look at the words and my brain explodes.
"N-no. I can't,"
"Zero for the day, Mark, go ahead and read it please,"
As soon as the bell rang, I jumped out of my seat and zoomed to my locker. I grabbed all the things I needed, remembering not to forget anything because I can't come back over the weekend.
I decided to walk home today and as soon as I opened my door I headed to my room.
"LYLA!" My mom called.
"Yes?"
"Come down here I want to see that beautiful face of yours!"
Yeah, "beautiful", I thought.
"Coming!"
I walked to the kitchen to find my mom cutting some fruit.
"Ohh Lyla!" She said giving me a big hug.
"I never see you anymore, you're either at Niall's or you lock yourself in your room!" She says.
"It's okay mom, get used to it please because after I graduate I'm moving out,"
"If that's what you want then fine, but you better be prepared for what life will throw at you,"
"I don't need a lecture mom!" I call as I leave the kitchen and enter my bedroom.
I decided to just lay down and listen to music for the rest of the night.
Serena's P.O.V.
"What do you mean I'm not going to prom with you?" Harry shouted.
"A guy from my school asked me and I-I said yes,"
"A guy from your school? Are you being serious?"
"Yeah he seems like a nice guy,"
"So you don't even know him?" He questions.
"Yeah I do he's I'm my..uh..my trig class,"
