Undercover Summer

Chapter 20-

Chapter 20-

Hailie's POV

I was majorly pissed off. No, that's a freaking understatement. They didn't publish what I WROTE and then they put my name on some stupid hate article. Those bimbos at GG magazine were going to pay. Don't mess with Hailie Faye Reynolds.

Right now, I'm online buying the very next plane ticket for London. Yep, that's right. I'm headed to London, for the second time this summer. I'm going to march right up to Sally and give her a BIG piece of my mind.

'Thank you for flying with London Air' the website message popped up.'You're very welcome' I thought sarcastically as I gathered up clothes so I could get in the shower. I had bad BO. I have no clue how Vera and Emma put up with it. I didn't smell it until I unwrapped myself from my mound of covers.

I was what you could call, depressed. I had left all I cared about back in London. And then some stupid fart-face wrote crap about Harry using MY NAME. Can you believe that monkey poop? I can't.

---------------------Some Time Later-------------------

After I scrubbed myself raw and washed my hair a million times, literally, I got out of the shower, feeling some what refreshed. Though I was still pissed. I think I could actually kill a butterfly right now. I love butterflies, but I'm just that freaking mad.

I got dressed and went back to my room. My friends were sitting in rolling chairs, hitting a balloon back and forth with their heads. Not strange at all, just a normal day here a La Casa Hailie.

"Okay, losers, you must help me pack for my flight that leaves in four hours. Move your BUTTS!" I shouted, throwing my suitcases at them. They jumped up and put them on my bed.

"Okay, I'll pack all your cute outfits, and Emma can pack your delicates," Vera laughed.

"Uh, no I'll handle those, Em, go make a check list of all the other junk I need, like contact solution and crap." I instructed, moving to my 'pretty panties' drawer. It actually said 'pretty panties'. Don't ask me why, I was 15 when I redecorated my room.(hint, hint Sis)

I dumped the whole thing into one of the suitcases and moved on to my socks. Must find matching pairs. I can't go to jail with mismatched socks. Kidding, kidding, I probably won't wear socks to jail. Psh. I smiled at how funny I was.

"Why are you smiling?" Vera asked, throwing some jeans into my bags.

"Because I was thinking of you," I smiled sweetly.

"Awe, really?" she grinned, clutching her heart.

"No, I'm freaking hilarious," I laughed and went back to packing.

We finally had all my clothes packed, so I went to see if Emma had my list ready. When I walked into the hall, I saw she was sitting at my kitchen table, eating. Typical.

"Yo, woman! You got my list done?" I shouted at her in my pimp voice. She help up a piece of paper, taking a bite of her sandwich. I snatched it from her and looked at it.

"What's that brown stain on the bottom?" Vera asked reading over my shoulder.

"Oh, that's from the Hershey's bar I was eating while I was writing it, sorry." Emma looked at me sheepishly. What a piglet.

"You have issues, my good friend," I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah, from the Loony Bin magazine," Vera added, then she had to run because Emma started chasing her.

"What are you rug rats doing?" my mom yelled from her room where she was reading.

"Ninja fighting!" We all yelled back. It's creepy how we do that sometimes.

"Hailie, finish packing you only have two hours before your flight," Vera yelled at me from under Emma. Oh right.

"Hey, mom," I yelled in my sing-song voice.

"What, Hailie?"

"I'm going back to London for a few days, they did something wrong with my article and I have to fix it. I'll be back, and I promise not to get into trouble! My flight leaves in two hours."

"Hailie Faye Reynolds! You are just now telling me?"

"It kinda just happened. I'll call when I get there."

"You're dead meat when you get back home, you're sister is going to hear about this." Okay, well that meant I was grounded for the rest of my life. Oh well, YOLO!

I ran/danced back to my room and grabbed one of my bags. Skipping, I made my way to the bathroom where I put all the things on Emma's list into the bag. DONE!

"Who wants to drive me to the airport?" I shouted, pulling my converse on and grabbing all of my suitcases.

"Me!"

"No, me!"

"I said it first you black haired bimbo!"

"Well, at least I don't look like a rooster!"

"Would you two shut up? Emma, you can drive there, and Vera can drive back, simple. When do you two plan on going home, anyway?" They looked at each other why they pondered this.

"After you get back, we might follow you to London, if our parents will let us," Vera said. Emma nodded. Well, okay then.

"Sounds like a plan, man. Let's go. I want food on the way there!" I shouted and ran, as well as a girl can with three bags, to the car.

"SHOTGUN! In your pretty little face," I yelled at Vera. This was the happiest I had been in a long time. Was it because I was going to clear my name or was it just because I'd finally be back in the same country as him? Maybe it was because he actually read the article, even though it wasn't what I wrote. Does that mean he actually cared about me?