SECRETS
--Characters--
Nicole
brunette/red long straight hair
tan
deep brown eyes
wears mostly all black clothes
medium height
skinny medium weight
bad girl image
never drinks
never smokes
never steals
has plenty tattoos
good grades
crude language
funny
cheeky
crappy house
Jane
light brown medium/curly hair
tan
emerald green eyes
secretly drinks and smokes
wears mostly sweaters and leggings
one tattoo (yolo)
funny
cheeky
nerdy
good grades
nice family
nice house
piercings
Niall
blonde hair with green flip in front
icy blue eyes
pale
a lot of tattoos
rebel
drinks a lot
smokes a lot
piercings
funny
bad grades
doesn't care about anything
lives in dorm with harry
family died
Harry
brown/curly hair
green eyes
piercings
tattoos on all over body
muscular
drinks a lot
smokes a lot
does drugs sometimes
~CHAPTER 1~
NICOLE'S P.O.V
I was walking to the gas station to buy some cigarettes. I knew I was never going to smoke them, but I buy them anyways cause #badass.
As I walk down the bad part of town, all I see are whores in the sluttiest clothes ever, gangs, and cops arresting someone.
Everybody was staring at me, and I felt uncomfortable. I never let that bother me. When I got to the gas station, I looked to pick the cigarettes I wanted. As I am about to pay, this boy, who looks a little bit older than me, offers to buy the cigarettes for me.
He tells the clerk behind the counter, "I've got this one lad." I realize his accent sounds different than what I usually hear. Irish. I just admire his appearance for a minute. His icy blue eyes with a hint of grey, and his blonde hair with a green flip in the front. His clothes look quite beat up, but they look good on him. He has many tattoos, and they suit him. I can't get over how attractive he looks. He just stares at me for a minute in admiration. I blush and smile at the ground. After staring at me for a while, he grabs a pen from over the counter, and writes his number on the outside of the cigarette box. I just look at it in confusion.
"Where are you from?", I ask him.
He looks at me with a smile. He says, "Why do you ask?"
"I don't recognize your accent.", I say embarrassed.
He chuckles and says, "I'm from Ireland. Ever been?"
"I wish I could go.", he chuckles and kisses my cheek.
"See you around babe", he says and slowly walks out the gas station.
