It's not you, it's me--//DISCONTINUED//

Monday

We wake up at six, with our alarms set on his phone and my clock.

"Shit, five more minutes," I say.

Niall hits me with my own pillow I let him use last night.

"Get the hell up," he says, with a grin crossing his face.

"Fine. I'm up, quit!" I said; he continued to hit me with my pillow.

I get up and get dressed in the bathroom, leaving Niall to get dressed in my room.

After we are dressed, he said he will drive us instead of the bus.

I never drive my truck to school. I'd never hear the end of that.

I show up at school in Niall's pimped out car, and no one can stop looking at us, especially Shelby.

She is "Totes Jelli" and for people who don't talk like a rich hipster, "Totally jealous".

Niall introduces me to his friends **cough cough ONE DIRECTION cough cough**.

We all got along, and I saw Kimmie's confused face, and told the boys to hold on.

"Hey, Kimmie! Come here, I need to tell you something!"

She reluctantly makes her way toward me, and no doubt is "Totes Jelli" and wants an explanation.

I explained everything, and she was filled with questions.

"Did you have sex with him?"

"No."

"Did you make out?"

"No."

"Did you kiss?"

"Dammit, Kimmie, no! We didn't do anything, we are just friends!"

"Fine, ok, I see. One more question?"

"That was one, but one more."

"Can you introduce them to me?"

She drops into a whisper.

"I like Zayn. A lot."

"All yours, huntey," I say, and we make our way to them.

"Hey, guys, this is my friend Kimmie. Can she sit with you guys today? If she can't, I won't," I say.

"Yeah, that's fine," says Liam.

And the bell rings for first period

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At lunch, we all sit and talk, and my crush I have on Harry grows and grows. I don't really know if I have a crush on Niall, I am confusing myself.

Then, I here someone tapping on a microphone.

Of course, guess who?

Miley Cyrus.

No, but just as slutty.

Shelby is up on the stage in the cafeteria we have, and begins speaking.

"Hello, pretty people. I would like to announce the winner of a date with me that you guys out there bought entries for. All the money goes to my tutoring miss Turner. So I have the jar of entries here, and I will just pick one and--"

"Shelby! Lay the hell off! She doesn't deserve this, and you are not tutoring her! I heard you telling Baxter you are gonnna use the money to buy condoms and make up!" Niall yells to her.

"Excuse me, but I am a virgin," she says.

"And I heard that part to, when you were talking to that girl, what is her name, Callie? You are planning on breaking it this Friday for your eighteenth birthday," He said.

A smirk crossed her face. "You are nosy, so lay off and-- wait. You're-- Niall Horan? Wow, huge fan...."

"I don't fucking care. I don't like sluts like you, so just lay off. That is all I have to say," he finishes.

"Ok, so the winner now," she says pulling out a ticket. "Number 311214, Liam Payne!" she says.

"What the hell? I didn't enter! I prefer my girls whore-free! Someone entered it for me!" Liam yells, and Shelby says "You can pass the date to someone or have me pull again," and Liam decides to have her pull again.

"Number 454081, Jackson Marcala?"

"He transfered last week!" someone yells out.

"Number 219427, Ricky Nolan?"

"I got a girlfriend now!" he yelled out.

"Get off the stage! We don't want to eat and see your face at the same time!" Harry says.

"Then don't look," snapped Shelby. Her voice is getting a bit jittery.

"427019, yay! Baxter Rennagin!"

He runs up, they start kissing, and our whole table starts making barf sounds.

We are mature like that.