"So do you hate me or love me?" I asked.
"I hate you, love." He told me, I groaned at the stupidity of the answer.
Love-Hate is a fan fiction based around Jack Maynard, where Lola Parker is a fourteen year old girl dating twenty two year old Jack Ma...
Lola's Point Of View Friday Afternoon :- 16:30 // 4:30pm :- Bus Stop.
Finally, it's the end of the week and no more depressing mathematics where we learn about the Pythagoras theorem. It also means I get to hang out with my boyfriend, Jack. He is a little bit older than me, but only by 6 years. My parents are 9 years apart, so it's clearly fair.
"Hey Gorgeous." I hear Jack say from behind me, causing me to jump as I was deep in thought. Turning around, I try to do an angry face. It's hard to be angry at Jack. "Aw... You look so cute when you are angry." He gushed, I sighed. "Fuck you." I groan, he smiles. "I'd gladly to you." He whispers, I laughed at it twirling round and seeing excited looking girls with their phone out. I copied just in case.
"Oh my god! Jack! Please can we have a picture with you?" They squealed, he nodded. "I'm going to take one with L-her first." He said, grasping my phone and taking a picture. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much Jack." I squeal, making him trying not to laugh. They get their picture taken, leave and me and Jack make our way down the street. "Right, we're going to my apartment that I share with two guys. Conor and Josh, say your 20." He explained, I nodded every so often.
"You still have something to change into, right?" He asked, I nodded. "Okay, but can you stay beside me to make it less awkward." I ask, he nods. Going to a door, which I presume is his apartment and unlocks the door. I hide behind him, discreetly. "Come on, they aren't going to be here for five minutes." Jack told me. "Okay, just don't want them seeing me in my school uniform." I told him, he lead me to a bathroom where I could change and all that. "Thanks." I thank him, closing the door quietly and softly behind me locking it. Looking at my scruffy messy bun that looks like poop, my freckled face from faded foundation not doing it's job, but my brown eyes are beautiful and so is my complexion. Once I observe my face, I get changed out of my uniform and fold it neatly into my bag.
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Then I realise, what is my parents going to ask about? Especially if I don't come home in five minutes. A text will be fine.
Me To Mum : Tell Dad, and yourself. That I'll be home either later or tomorrow as I'm at Yvonne's house, so I might stay the night. Don't worry I have something to change into.
I got a reply almost instantly.
Mum To Me : That's a relief, its fine. But if it's not someone I know I'll know about it. So stay safe Lola.
That text weirded me out, I then fixed my hair and makeup.
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Then I cleaned up my stuff then unlocked the bathroom door, exiting it. Just to see Jack, lounging on the sofa looking at his laptop. I rest my head on his shoulder, "How's this for a good first impression?" I ask, he looks at me. "Perfect." He spoke, in full honesty.
I grabbed my bag and laid it at the door, as the door opened. "Oh, you must be Lola. I'm Josh." Josh introduced, I shook his dry hand looking up at his eyes and his vibrant red hair. I saw Conor beside him, well who I presume is Conor who is staring at his phone.
"Hi, you must be Conor." I say, as Jack goes past me and speaks to Josh. Conor hugs me. "Hi Lola, I'm Conor. So your right." He said, with a beaming smile.
