Shattered

Chapter 3

I'm really nervous about meeting those two guys Clara was talking about. I'm 18 and I've never had a boyfriend before (I know, it's really sad) but I'm just really awkward around guys.

I walk over to my closet and shuffle through my clothes. I want to look cute so I choose a purple tank top and a light pink cardigan to go over it and a white, knee length skirt. I look in the mirror and cringe when I see my long, dark brown hair all knotted up. I brush it and then put it up in a high ponytail.

My hair is thick with a little bit of wave to it. I am somewhat tan with rosy checks, bright pink lips and icy blue eyes.

I don't wear makeup because my mom says that as long as I live under her roof, I must follow her rules and she hates makeup.

I walk out of my room and into the kitchen.

"Mom?" I yell.

"Yeah?" she yells back from her room.

"I'm leaving now," I say while grabbing my purse from the kitchen counter.

"Okay, do you need a condom?" She jokes.

"Oh god mom," I say in disgust while opening the front door. "We're only going to the mall and you know that I'm not that type of person, bye." I close the door and get into my car.

As I'm driving I start thinking to myself.

What if the boys don't like me?

What if they think I'm weird, or ugly?

What if I don't know what to say to them?

Alright, shut up Layla!

Everything's going to be alright, just try to have fun.

I take a deep breath as I get to the mall and Find a parking spot. I get out of my car and as I'm walking to the entrance I see Clara sitting on the curb waiting for me.

"Hey," We both squeal at the same time.

"Oh god, Layla, what are you wearing?" She says while scanning me from head to toe to head again. "We are at the mall, not church."

"Hey! I thought it was cute!" I say.

"It would look better if you take the cardigan off," she advises me.

"Where are the boys?" I say while taking off the cardigan.

"Oh, they're coming soon."

Right after she says that a guy in an apple red car drives past us and into a parking spot. He gets out and starts walking towards us. The guy is wearing black jeans with a white tank top that shows of his muscular arms.

His hair is bright blonde, but you can tell that he dyes it because his roots are dark brown. The tip of his hair is in a quiff which looks soft at the touch. He walks up to Clara and hugs her. Then he turns to me and says, "Hello, I'm Niall."

He sticks his hand out for me to shake

it, but all I could think about was that beautiful, golden, Irish accent of his. It was pure and sweet and it rang in my ears like bells. "Are you alive?" he asks jokingly. I then realized that I am staring deeply into his smooth blue eyes.

I snap out of my gaze and say, "oh, yeah, sorry, I-I was just thinking about um ...... What we are going to eat when we get inside."

"Ha ha, Niall laughs, so was I."

"Ha ha," I laugh along with him. I swear Niall's laugh is contagious.

An awkward silence grew between us,

But Clara broke it by saying, "now we wait for - "

She was cut off by the loud roar of a motorcycle.