“I don’t know who he was, but he looked our age.” I say to my friend, Laurel. We are sitting in the hallway outside the cafeteria of our school. The caf’s too crowded to sit in. They really need separate lunch periods—our school is just too big.
“Describe him,” Laurel insists. “Maybe I know him and you don’t.”
I frown. “I don’t know. Tall. He was definitely tall, the couple he was serving looked almost like dwarfs compared to him. But I mean, teenage boy tall. He was sort of gangly, like he was just starting to grow into himself… And he was blond. He had his hair kind of in between that Justin Bieber sweep and the One Direction quiff, you know?” It’s Laurel’s turn to frown.
“No. I don’t know. He definitely doesn’t go here.”
“I think we should go out for dinner on Friday night.” I say abruptly. Laurel raises her eyebrows at me.
“You want to go back and see if he’s there working the same shift?”
“What? Maybe I just really liked their fried chicken!” I defend, but Laurel ignores me.
“Can Ashton come?” I roll my eyes.
Ashton is Laurel’s boyfriend of a year and a half (which, may I say, I can never forget because it’s constantly thrust in my face at every freaking opportunity!) and I should’ve seen that question coming. They do everything together. It’s pretty sickening, to be honest. They always end up making out and I’m left sitting there awkwardly beside them as they suck each other’s faces off. Third wheeling is about as fun as it sounds, minus any possibility of a threesome.
“Yeah, Ash can come. I know that if you don’t see each other for too long you start to break out in hives.” She punches me lightly in the arm as the bell rings, signalling the end of lunch. I pack up my garbage, toss it into the trashcan, and gather up my books before saying goodbye to Laurel.
As I’m climbing the stairs to the third floor for history, a familiar voice calls my name. I glance down behind me and see Calum, one of my best friends, taking the stairs two at a time to catch up to me.
“Hello, stranger,” I say when he reaches me. He grins at me.
“Hey, Win, I was looking for you at lunch. I thought you might want to head to Starbucks or something with me… Too late now, I guess.” I shrug apologetically.
“Sorry, I was making dinner plans with Laurel.”
We arrive at our history class and Calum opens to the door for me. I smile sweetly and prance in to sit at our regular seats near the window.
“So, dinner plans…” he says, sitting behind me and leaning forward so he is almost at my shoulder. “Anything I’m invited to?” I don’t turn around but I can picture his hopeful expression perfectly in my head. Big brown eyes, sweet smile. He’s basically a puppy.
“I suppose…” I say teasingly, drawing out my words. “It’s not as if it’s a girls-only night, what with Laurel and Ashton’s infatuation with each other… Yeah you can come. Friday night at around 7 o’clock.” This time I do turn and see his face light up.
“Good!” he says loudly, earning a glare from our teacher, Mr. Hutcherson, who was about to start his lesson. “Sorry,” he apologises, looking down in embarrassment.
“We’ll talk about it later,” I whisper to him. He nods in the corner of my eye.
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~ Black Lace ~ (l.h.)
FanfictionAn AU where there is no 5SOS just its members ~~~ "I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you'd been on my mind. Then it occurred to me, you'd never left" ~~~ [this is a Luke Hemmings fanfiction and it's the first one I'm p...
