annies pov
There's nothing worse than being completely embarrassed in front of your friends, yet alone in front of the whole school. Possibly two, as the school 15 minutes away decided to crash too.
So there I was, in all my glory, covered in red fruit punch, mixed with an unknown substance that only the daring would attempt to drink. All over my, well Evie's white, tight dress.
I felt millions of tears threatening to fall from my eyes, glossing over their warm, brown colour.
"Annie- I am so sorry." The poor, drunken girl had called out to me, grabbing some tissues that only had made the situation worse.
"No, no. Don't be!" I smiled unconvincingly to her. "It's quite alright." Simply pulling her hands away from my body, she smiled lightly before returning her state to the dance-floor, thrashing around lively.
Evie wasn't around, probably trying to get one of the popular's boys attention as I scrambled back to my small car, searching for the keys in my bag as random strangers began to stare at me, small chuckles escaping their alcohol-tasting mouths.
As I pulled them out, I inserted them into the small hole on the handle and got in, quickly driving away as fast as I could.
But that is when I started to cry, the heat rose in my cheeks as my vision became blurry.
"Oh god, no. Don't cry." I mumbled to myself over and over until I reached my house, getting out and heading straight to my bed.
I heard my phone vibrate in my bag, praying it wasn't some picture of me in that most dreadful moment but it was just a text from Evie.
Evie💙 — Babe, I am so sorry! It'll be old news soon x
I let out a sigh, in some way, she was right. It will be old news soon, everybody is probably over it by now but not me. I am sinking in embarrassment.
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I was walking back into school since the incident, it had only been two days and nobody had seemed to question me about it, it was forgotten.
I entered into my History lesson, scraping the chair against the floor before plopping down on-top of it. I zipped open my bag, taking out my green-coloured history book and my pencil case, resting them on the desk.
Once I glanced around the class, I noticed I was pretty much the only one who was ready for class.
"Oh, it's the fruit-punch girl!" A guy from behind shouted out in my direction, Michael.
I kept my head down as the class erupted into a burst of laughter, my cheeks going their familiar shade of red as the teacher entered the classroom.
It was going to be one hell of a long day.
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As I was walking out of the metal, school doors. I hear a familiar voice from behind me.
"Hey, look. I'm sorry about Michael." A guy in a few of my classes, Ashton said to me before being followed by Luke, another guy in my class.
I let out a small smile, keeping my eyes on Ashton. Never did I ever believe that I would be speaking to him. I'm the shy girl who does nothing but work as he is the guy who constantly bugs the teacher and interrupts the lesson.
"It's okay."
I turn on my heel, about to leave the two boys as Ash speaks again. I try to hide the faded blush on my cheeks as I spin back around.
"Okay, see ya around."
I simply nod my head before walking out, bumping into Evie as I squeal.
"Guess who I just spoke to?!"
"Zac Efron?!"
"Well no-"
"Dylan O'Brien?!"
"Nah-"
"Walt Disney's ghost?!"
"What, no! E-"
"That would be impossible.
"Luke and Ashton!"
Evie's jaw had completely dropped to the floor, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"No!" She screamed out.
We both knew that they would never talk to us in our whole school life so we had gradually learnt to accept that. But Evie knows that if one of them talks to one of us, we are instantly in the run.
Well, not a run. More like a walk of being friends, possibly potential dating.
We strolled to her car, climbing inside the large, black range rover as she set off to her house.
I stared out the window as Evie ranted on about how she can attempt to get their attention, all he did was apologise to me. It's not like he stood on one knee and asked me to marry him. But I let Evie fascinate over him.
I scrolled through my facebook, before receiving a notification.
"Ashton Irwin has sent you a friend request."
I pressed 'Accept' and then saw another one pop up, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"Luke Hemmings has sent you a friend request."
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this aint v good but o well haha
- b
