This is our Story || 5SOS AU

8. Friday

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CHAPTER 8: FRIDAY

# BELLE #

“Belle,” I heard India call. “Get up!” I groaned and sat up from bed. “Morning!” India chirped.

“Hey,” I tried to stifle my yawn and I semi-succeeded. “Get dressed,” India ordered. “It’s Friday, last day of the school week!”

India went ahead and used the bathroom. I decided to wait for my turn. I prepared some clothes and stared at myself in the mirror.

The black roots of my hair were starting to show. I need to buy more blonde hair dye, or I can ask Michael to lend me some of his blue. That’d be cool, if I looked good.

Damn, I knew I should’ve redyed my hair blonde before school started. Well, I should’ve bought loads of hair dye before I left Seattle. Genius, Belle. Kidding, you’re stupid.

“I knew you were naturally black-haired,” I turned to see India dressed like her typical posh self. “You only knew me for a week,” I said with a chuckle.

“If you think your black hair sucks,” India said. “I don’t. Natural beauty, Belle. You don’t lack that. It’s your aura.” Oh, kind, kind, India. You’re too kind!

India grabbed a beret from her trunk and handed it to me. “Wear it,” she said. “It matches your outfit, and bathroom is all yours.”

I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower and fix myself. I changed my pajamas into my blouse and jeans, with the beret India lent me. That’s good enough.

“Breakfast?” India asked. I nodded. We both made our way out of the room to the dining room. “Morning!” India chirped. “Hey guys,” I greeted the people.

“Happy 1st Week, Isabella!” Mercedes greeted. “W-what?” I gave them a questioning look. “You lived a week in this madhouse,” Luke said. “It’s really hard to put up with us.”

“Not really,” I said as I took a seat in front of the dining table. “I actually think you guys are cool.” They all beamed.

“So,” Michael started as he shoved half a waffle on his mouth. “Any plans later? It’s Rebecca Black day!”

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “I hate that song,” she muttered. Michael sighed. “Sorry,” he apologized. “But seriously, plans anyone?”

“Kendra and I are going to the movies later,” Ashton said. “She managed to get a permission slip from Mme. Basi and she let us go out till 12 midnight.” You can do that?

“Nice,” Michael chuckled. “Ashton’s getting some!” Frankie flinched at the thought. “Get her impregnated,” Frankie snapped at Ashton. “and I will cut your—“

“OKAY!” Michael stepped in. Ashton laughed and Frankie smirked. “Anyone else?” Hugh groaned. “Didn’t anybody remember the house project?” he asked.

“The model rocket?” Mercedes asked. Hugh nodded. “I’m done sketching the figure. We just need materials. I got a permission slip. We can go out with Claudine when we buy. You, me and Tony.”

“Can I help?” Michael offered and Mercedes raised an eyebrow. “You—what?” Mercedes was surprised. “I’ll help with the model rocket,” he said. “I’ll go with you guys later.”

“Mercedes,” Tony said. “We could always use an extra-hand. Besides, imagine what the house will get if we win the model rocket competition.”

“What will we get?” I asked Luke. “No mid-term for Science and Math,” he answered. “Rad,” I smiled and he did too. “Alright,” Mercedes groaned. “No funny trash.” Michael crossed his heart.