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Chapter 5

(Chapter 5 guys(:!!! Is it getting good yet?(;)

*Lexi POV*

It's been five minutes, still no reply. I knew it. Why did I have to call him handsome?.

He hadn't meant anything by calling me beautiful. It's just something guys from London say. It meant nothing. But of course, the one time I let my guard down, play along and actually flirt it, blows up in my face.

This is exactly why I don't even attempt to talk to boys. Because in the end, they leave you hanging on a thin branch, that's going to snap any second pulling you down to the ground with it.

What was I thinking?. That a guy like Harry would actually waist his time on me?. I was highly mistaken then wasn't I?.

I need to focus on school, and only school. No more Harry.

All of those things I had tossed out the window just yesterday, had suddenly come back to me, every little thing I had convinced myself of was returning.

I liked it. I didn't need him, or any boy for that matter, they're all the same.

Never again, would I let some guy I had just barely met change my outlook and opinion on guys.

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"Lexii Anderson!" My mother shouted from downstairs obviously irritated, my eyes widened realizing I had forgotten to set my alarm last night.

It's Monday, shit.

Cursing under my breath I slowly got out of bed, my eyes in thin slits from being awoken from a deep sleep.

Am I a morning person? I wish, I certainly wasn't anything close to an angel when I came to me being woken up unexpectedly, especially on Monday mornings.

"Goodbye Lexi" my mother sang cheerfully, surprising me by her sudden change in attitude. She's crazy I laughed to myself.

The front door slammed shut causing me to jump, I huffed in annoyance as I made my way down the hall to the bathroom, shivering as my feet touched the cold tile.

I quickly showered, threw some clothes on, glanced in the mirror one last time, before shooting downstairs where I knew Samantha was already waiting for me, most likely impatiently.

"Bout time" she mumbled smirking at me, a hint of amusement behind her eyes as she climbed into the drivers seat.

"I Forgot to set my alarm whore" I said, pretending to cry. Nailing it. Mentally giving myself a standing ovation and a dozen roses.

"Whatever" she laughed, bringing me back from my own thoughts.

"Soooo" she dragged on, obviously wanting me to tell her all about my weekend, or Harry.

"Soooo what?" I said flatly, I did not want to have this dreadful conversation on the way to school.

"So what's up with you and Haaarrryyyy" she said in a nagging voice, winking at me smugly.

Rolling my eyes, I flipped her off while she put a hand over her heart pretending to be wounded. Obviously Mocking me.

Can't I ever just have a day to myself? A day where I can be left alone in my own thoughts. I know some people try there hardest to escape those days, but I try and search vigorously to catch them.

But I highly doubt my day will be anything remotely close to that, First I wake up late, the traffic is unbearable, and now Samantha is interrogating me about Harry.

Not to sound cocky or anything, but I'm intelligent, funny, good looking, and if Harry can't see that then obviously he isn't the one for me. I don't know how I got so caught up in this "love" bullshit, but I can tell you that it certainly won't ever happen again. And that's for sure.

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After countless attempts to try and get Samantha to let it go, she finally got it out of me.

I told her how I thought Harry was into me, only to be disappointed by finding out that he in fact did not.

"Well did he say he wasn't into you?" She asked questionably her eyes glued to the road.

"Not exactly, we talked on the phone for what seemed like forever, then he said he would text me" i said.

"So?" She asked still focusing on the road.

"So.. He texted me, he said hey beautiful. And then... I said hey handsome.." I gulped nervously.

(Haven't had time to really update! Hope y'all like this(::::)