He was the music I couldn't live with but I could not stop humming the tune. I knew he was bad but something in him screamed good almost as though he was an angel trapped inside rude ,muscular ,inked skin and he could not get out. After all, a rude cold exterior is just a welcome mat to a nice sweet interior ,right? To everyone else he was just the new boy but to me he was something special.
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I woke up school-ready flopping out of bed and slapping on my reading glasses. Yes ,what a shocker I have glasses that I'm not ashamed of. I walked over to my small closet pulling out my phone and checking the weather forecast. Cold ,Cloudy ,Rainy. I groaned. I love it when it rains but I can't stand the cold. I decided to grab a pair of plain grey sweats and some random tee-shirt that had my schools logo on it.
I walked to my bathroom setting down my phone and changing out of my plaid boy's pajama pants and taking off my shirt that had my favorite saying on it 'all foods before dudes'. After changing I brushed my teeth twice not being able to stand the taste or feel of morning breath. During my second round of fighting for dental hygiene my phone rang and my best friends face lit up on the screen.
.Rebecca.
"Hey Becca!" I called into the phone getting tooth-paste everywhere.
"Hey. What did I tell you about answering the phone while you are brushing your teeth?!" She asked giggling at me.
I mumbled an 'okay, mom' before setting my phone down and rinsing all the tooth paste off the mirror then I finished brushing my teeth as Becca waited patiently. I'm so lucky to have a friend like her.
"Okay so. . . Are you dressing cute, or nah?" she said in her perky happy voice.
"Well ,you see . . . Today I thought I'd go laid-back chic-" she cut me off before I could even finish.
"You're going in sweats again aren't you?!" She asked angrily.
"look. I know I'm not as 'Fashion-Forward' as you but you and I both know I don't do skirts and Lord knows I'm not a dress kinda girl" I said trying to get the point across that I don't care for dresses.
"Okay it's fine but tomorrow you are wearing pair of skinny jeans!" She said like she owned me.
"Alright... Gotta go Bec. . . see ya at school!!"
"See ya sis!!"
I hung up and looked at the clock realizing I was already about to be late. I slipped on some shoes and grabbed my Batman bag. I left with a quick good-bye to my mother and no breakfast. I put my hair up in a bun on the way to school completing my common-teen-girl look. I walked into first period Geography as Mrs. Violet walked in announcing we had a new student. She opened the door and a blond headed tattoo covered boy walked in and sat in the very back row. Right next to me.
"His name is Neil Whorean . . . . he is and exchange student from Ireland" she read off of a paper.
"Umh... Actually it's NIALL HORAN" he corrected loudly. Ha. This kid and I might get along.
After we passed up our talking essays we had gotten the day before Mrs. Violet said for the rest of the hour we would be watching a movie on the Alamo and we would take a short quiz tomorrow. After about 5 minutes of the incredibly boring movie the Niall kid nudged my arm.
"Yeah?" I said turning to look at him.
"Where is the Creative Writing class at? I have the bloody class next and I can't seem to find it." He said kind of mad but I could barely understand him through his accent.
"Here," I said holding my hand out "Let me see your schedule" He handed it to me and I realized he had 6 out of the 9 hours we had with me. "I'll show you where it is. Looks like you're stuck with me the rest of the day."
"Lucky me" He said with fake enthusiasm.
"Well. you are Irish" I said. He looked over smirking and mumbled 'so you noticed eh?! No shit'
Today is going to be a very, very long day. I thought to myself.
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FanfictionHe was the music I couldn't live with, and can't stop humming the tune. He Is everything a mother wouldn't want but everything a girl would. I never thought my eyes would rest onto his soft blue orbs again, until that faithful Friday, when we got a...
