Mixed Chemistry. A The Wanted Fanfic

2 - Drama, Drama, Drama...

Nicole and I never really get along together because of my 'common' negative attitude towards people. I admit I'm horrible because I just want to defend myself from getting hurt but turns out, I'm hurting others and disrespecting them. I don't know why I wanted to be like this... Maybe it's just because I wasn't that loved when I was a child.

We went back to "my" house and I packed my things. My closet was empty and I felt sad because I was leaving my club mates. I bet my mom and dad are laughing their asses off because of how miserable I am right now. We took a taxi to the NAIA 2 airport and she already had 2 tickets booked to England. She really did expect I as going to come with her. Well, it's my parents... they are major control freaks. We got inside the aircraft and I just listened to Coldplay's Fix You. Thirteen hours later, at eleven in the evening, we landed in London. It's good to breathe in some cold air. We saw a chaffeur holding a sign with my last name in it and behind him was a black Cadillac... not that of a British car isn't it? I asked myself the same thing. The huge chaffeur got my things and loaded it in the boot of the car while Nicole sat in front and I sat at the back. I looked out the window as we drove by the colorful lights coming from pubs and lamposts. It was actually good to be in my second home. It's nice to feel my British roots kicking in, flowing through my veins. The only bad thing though... is that I don't have the accent, I only got a hang of the American one. Two hours later, the car halted in front of a mini White House. It actually looked like Barrack Obama's Washington DC pad. We went out of the car as the chauffeur got my suitcases. I went to the living room and there I saw two Satan's little hell-pers... my mom. She threw on a fake smile as she stood u and hugged me. I didn't hug her back and my dad wasn't anywhere again... God, he's so old he can retire now!

"Why did you send me here?" I asked

"Because, I've been hearing from Nicole that you're having really bad grades and you party too much and you're always present in the principal's office because of your negative manners against your professors." She said, her tone getting higher and higher. "Why are you being like that, Lauren?" She added and I looked at her with my 'hopefully' most evil look.

"You really don't wanna know why I'm being such an evil child. Just imagine they're just hormones." I retorted "Where's my room? I'm really tired." I said then a maid walked towards me and led me to the second floor of the haunted mansion. My room looked modern with the black floor and white walls then some unusual book shelves surrounding a study desk with a lamp on it. Then, my queen sized bed was sitting on a plain black bed case. It had a grey duvet, grey pillows and a black and white bedside table. I looked at the bathroom and the closets were inside. Good. I unpacked my things and I changed into my tank top and volleyball shorts then I went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up with the sun blinding my eyes because my bed was facing the window... Ugh. Then, at an exact time, my mom went inside with another fake smile plastered on her face.

"Honey, hurry up, you've got to go to school in an hour." She said. SCHOOL!? SCHOOL!?!?! SCHOOL!?!?!?!?!?!? I just fucking got here! What the hell is she talking about!?

"what are you talking about? Nicole didn't tell me about school the next day? And! I didn't get that much sleep because of jet lag!" I protested

"Sweetheart, the school can't wait for you. They only got one slot left and luckily, we got that spot for you." She said

"Well, I didn't want to be here in the first place!" I exclaimed

"You don't dare use that tone on me again, Lauren. Or I swear my hand will make a mark on your cheek!" she retorted then stood up. "Now get up or you'll be late for school." She hissed then left.

Jay and Nathan are on their way :) Stay tuned!