It's Friday and the girls at school are still freaking out, like seriously, chill. Do you know how many people have come up to me and asked if I knew the twins were coming? Like, obviously I know they're coming! If I'm being completely honest though, I'm not in love with them anymore, I don't know how to explain it but I'm not into them anymore, and I dont know what's changed. I sit in class, listen to conversations coming from a two girls sitting in the row ahead of me about how much they're going to love it when the twins come, I go home and I sleep, other days I just do a whole heap of modelling.
But it's a Friday afternoon, I'm sitting in English class middle row, up against the left wall, about 5 girls in the last hour has come and screamed in my face about them, - again, chill - over lunch I over hear the popular group saying how, Ethan and Grayson saw their posts on Instagram and chose them as their model. I find it amusing actually, considering the fact that there are more than 25 million people in Australia and the chances of two boys from America coming to a tiny catholic school is below 1% but you know, a girl can dream.
I sit there and "listen" as Mrs Hopeless rambles on about how puns were first discovered and how the ability of alliteration is going to help us when we're older, yep, definitely listening. I'm multitasking, alright, I'm listening to a rant, and I'm thinking about what happened at lunch, I was walking with my head down - making sure I don't trip over or anything - and I hear this very familiar voice, it was a guys voice but I couldn't decide where I'd heard it before, "lift up that pretty head of yours" it said, and when I paused from walking and looked up, I almost ran into some guy. It wasn't his voice I was hearing, it was someone else's and I couldn't decide who's! It was driving me crazy.
So there I am, sitting along on the wall, with my head looking down at my work. "Hello!" Hopeless Call's, I still don't look up, people from the home economics class come in all the time to bring her a hot chocolate. There's a mumble, I can't understand wheat they're saying but honesty I couldn't care less. Than someone screams, "OH MY GOD OTS YOU!" She yells, "get out. Now!" Hopeless demands, that definitely shit everyone up.
Than there's the voice again, I swear I'm going crazy, "why haven't you lifted that pretty little head of yours yet?" It says, I look up to see him, standing there with a smirk on his face, and the whole class looking at me. My mouth drops, I stand up and my knees start to shake, "we want to announce something" he says. I walk towards him, and go in for a hug, all my life, this is what I've dreamt for - ok maybe not exactly all my life. like a year -
"In case you didn't know" He continues, "we had a competition that was held all over the world, we were looking for one girl, and we found her. Right here in this very school." He finishes looking down at me. Ethan's eyes were green, deep green almost but not quite emerald, and believe me when I say, they were gorgeous.
Suddenly the door opens and Graysons standing there with a smile on his face. I look over to Hopeless and see her smiling, I can tell she has a crush on them, I mean, who doesn't?
"That's not fair! Natalie's an experienced model!" Someone shouts, "yea we never had a chance against her!" Another yells. Both Ethan and graysons smile turns into a frown. "What do you mean?" Grayson asked, "Natalie was against everyone else in the world, just like you were." He continued, "we chose Natalie, she won fair and square." Everyone's stunned, nobody ever thought Grayson would snap like that. Ever! J"Ok, Natalie, do you want to get your stuff and go outside with them? The bells about to go" Hopeless asks and I nod, walking over to my desk, I observe the faces of everyone in the room, all death glaring at me, they look really mad. I walk passed Ethan with my head down still and he lifts it up for me, "why do you hide by looking down?" He asks with concern as i walk out the door, "I don't know, it's a way of telling people I don't want to talk to them" I respond. "Antisocial. I like it" Grayson jokes. He laughs his obnoxiously loud laugh at his own joke, causing me and Ethan to break out into laughing as well. "Why don't you want to talk to people, Nat?" Ethan asks when he settles down from laughing at Grayson, who's still going, laughing at himself. "Because everyday, it's the same questions, 'can I have a follow on Instagram, what about a shoutout?' 'How's modelling? An I be a model too?' And all these fake friends! I swear everyone in the school has tried to be my friend only because I have more followers than the average 16 year old. Every single day, and I'm over it" I yell. The table goes dead silent, "I'm sorry" I mumble.
"Wow gray, you were right, she's nothing like I expected." Ethan comments across the table to his twin brother. I look at him, "well what did you expect?" He looks at Grayson, than me, than back to Grayson, "um, well I guess I expected you to be extremely outgoing and confident, based on your Instagram posts" he said as he twirled his thumbs. I looked at him and started to laugh, me? Confident. BAHAHAH. funny joke! "How was I supposed to know!?" Ethan questions, "someone as beautiful as you, I would've thought you knew that you looked like that!" He confesses. I start to blush and look over at gray, he looks back at me and smiles. "Grayson?" I ask in a sarcastic tone, "yes, Natalie?" He responds, "did I hear Ethan right? Did he just say, he thought I was beautiful?" I question, "I believe he did so" he can't finish the sentence without breaking into a laugh. We both laugh and Ethan sinks back into the wall and blushes.
Right as the bell goes and everyone starts to come out, I lead them to my locker, where all these boys are standing in a massive huddle, "can you move?" I ask. But than I see it, Grayson and Ethan see it too. Luka is standing there, right in front of my locker, with a big bouquet of flowers. With my name written across the paper. "Natalie, will you go out with me?" He asks. I'm stunned, my mouth is literally hanging down to the ground. Ethan's is too, so is graysons! I look back at Ethan, his face is pale, he looks like he's going to be sick!
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