The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Two - Wicked Witch Of The West

Elle’s P.O.V

“She’s going to kill me!” I groaned under my breath. I clutched my purple and white polka dot folder closer to my chest, clasping my pink fluffy pen in my other hand.

I had woken up late that day due to Juliette not waking me up. She wasn't in work all day so she didn't have to get up till later. I needed help getting out of bed in the morning, one alarm wouldn't make me budge. Sometimes she had to put cold water on my face. Not for her own amusement, I asked her to because it was the only way I'd shift. It wasn't my fault. My bed is just so comfy.

I made my way through the long, plush corridors of the university, my converse make soft thuds on the thick blue carpet. I stopped before the pine double doors, the doors that lead to my creative writing class. I gulped before pushing the door open, all eyes turned on me as I slowly stepped in, the door swinging shut behind me. “Miss Greene, you’re late.” Mrs. Rogers sighed, looking at me over her glasses. It wasn't supposed to be such a problem if we were a little bit late. Most students skipped classes and ended up failing the degree. She had no right to be telling me off like that.

“Sorry.” I said weakly, aware that my cheeks were flaming.

“Take a seat.” Mrs. Rogers said, obviously taking pity on me.

“Thank you.” I sighed with relief. I made my way towards my normal seat in-between Alice and Lukas, Mrs. Rogers continued explaining the use of synonyms and people finally lost interest in me and looked back to their notes. I looked up to see Alice smiling at me from behind her thick rimmed glasses. She was a pretty girl; she had honey blonde hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail that complimented her face shape. I had always envied her beautiful eyes, Juliette and I used to call her ‘Baby brown eyes,’ before we knew her name. I smiled back at her.

“Miss Greene, ruining your squeaky clean record I see.” Lukas smirked, making sure only I could hear him.

“Shut up! Just because you’re failing!” I snickered. Lukas took a sharp intake of breath and placed his hand on his heart, mock pain in his eyes.

“Tutor me then.” He suggested, making a few people turn and look at us again.

“Mr. Turner! There are students here who want to get a degree.” Mrs. Rogers sighed, folding her arms sternly.

“Sorry. Elle was distracting me.” Lukas said calmly.

“Was not!” I gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

Mrs. Rogers smiled at us then sat back down at the desk. "Write sentences using the following." She pointed at the board and continued teaching the class.

“It’s my charm.” Lukas whispered in my ear.

“You? Charming! I think not!” I scoffed, copying down a few notes off the board.

“That’s not what Kim said last night.” Lukas chuckled.

I turned to see him to see he was smiling smugly, his eyes glinting.

“Oh for god sake."

“You should meet her."

“I'll pass.” I groaned turning back to the black board and leaving Lukas in fits of girlish giggles.

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“Kill me now!” I begged, setting my tray next to Juliette’s. There was a cheap resturaunt on campus, along with grass to sit on and the acomodation. The rent was minimal, but we didn't see the point in using it when Juliette and I shared a house twenty minutes down the road.