Rough Copyfied LOVE

Chapter 3 - What A Day Can Hold

I meet my girls at school the next day in my courteous uniform.

"Hey Mo, Zay, I forgot to tell you something!" I shout. Some teachers moving up the compound give us a baleful glare.

"What what what???" reply Mo and Zay.

"I saw Rough Copy on Saturday!" I yell.

"No way!!" they reply. The three of us jump up excitedly.

But I'm still contemplating Hannah.

"What happened?" Mo says.

"I was just eating my meal in Nando's and the three boys walked in."

"O.M.G." 

"You lucky girl!!"

"With Hannah."

Mo and Zay hang their heads. Yes, why must she appear in every scene?

"I know, guys, she's almost everywhere. So ubiquitous. And she was swishing her stupid outfit."

"Silly her."

"Why is she friends with RC in the first place?"

We walk along up to the entrance, still chatting about Hannah and her ill-tempered thoughts against me.

When school finishes, Mo, Zay and I take a group selfie. We're SOO into selfies, and group ones, they say, are the one of the keys to looking popular.

Sure, if we could fit in a photo or two.

Along the way, who do I set eyes upon but the vicious Hannah. She's chuckling with a group of girls until she sees me. And boy, does she loathe me.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it Desirée Stateson? Little Croydoner. You probably don't know you met RC yet."

Lord in Heaven.

"Y'know, ladies," she says turning to her girls, "This chick and I locked eyes at Nando's. Y'all remember Nando's?"

Them bitches nod. One laughs.

"Too bad though. She's just not my TYPE."

Stepping bravely up to her, I spit, "You just don't know the type of CHICK you're looking for."

Hannah boldly looks me back in the eye, chuckles again, and walks off with her gang, and I too, flounce off to my flat.

Annoyed by what that one has done, I enter my flat and flop on to the sofa. I open my laptop and resume the Twitter session I have left unattended since morning. The usual 20 or 30 tweets pop up. Then "1 new tweet" comes up. It's Hannah.

"Disgusted with all these young chicks thinking they're bigger than the girls of the X Factor!!"

What a pompous crook. The tweet got 1,110 retweets anyway.

I sign out of my Twitter and await the night's events when my phone buzzes. It's MoDista.

"Hey Mo!" I say.

"Hey!" says Mo. "Have you seen the new tweet by Hannah?"

"Yes, I've seen it," I reply. "What a drama queen."

"And a pompous crook too."

"So!" we exclaim in unison.

Then I hear a woman's voice from the other end of the line.

"MoDista!! Your dinner's ready!!"

"Mum's calling me," Mo says. "Have to go!"

And she hangs up without saying goodbye.

I shrug and switch on the TV, but nothing interesting is on. Everything is in a flop-over for the mo until my phone vibrates with the Union J ringtone. It's Zailie.

"Hey Zailie!"

"Hey Dezzie! Guess what?"

"What what what?"

"There's a small RC gig on tonight and you can come!!"

"Yessss!" I chirp. "But what am I going to wear?"

"Come on, Dez, you're better than that!!" Zay sighs. "You better look good, because it's Rough Copy, not Phil Collins or Glastonbury!!"

"Okay, okay. See you there!"

I hang up, stuck on what to wear.