"Kayla you fine?" michael asked, staring at me. we're on the elevator heading to the top lounge, there's a party for all the students i think it's like a welcome party. "of course why wouldn't i?" i let out a sigh.
flashback to 4 hours ago. i was heading to the school cafe to buy some coffee. there was a group of guys at the counter but i ignored them. "Kayla?" i heard my name so i turned around and saw, HIM. h-i-m as in my ex boyfriend. fuck. of course i ignored him but what the fuck one year, why are you just gonna appear here?
"hey Kyla" michael snapped. i didn't notice i was staring at nowhere for a long time. "i'm fine" i fake smiled then walked into the door.
wow, there's a lot of people. and there's food and music and bar and omg this is awesome.
"hey i need to go" michael mummbled at my ear, "huh why?" i felt nervous suddenly. "it's a surprise, calm down ok?" he winked at me. I just nodded at him, when Michael smiles it makes me calm. He's like an ocean of sunshine (if i make sense).
i went to the bar to get some punch, "hey" a familiar voice said, turning around seeing him. of course who else would it be shit. "sup" i said trying not to make eye contact with him. (omg go away)
"im not okay i've missed you" he said, staring at me. 'missed me? miss your face asshole. you fucking cheated on me dickhead'. i wanted to tell him that but it's too offensive.
he held my hand, "what the, fuck off man" i said. he held it again, but this time it hurts. "Mat it hurts" i muttered.
someone held him back, "the girl said fuck off" he said. Then he grabbed my arm, pulling me to the dance floor. "thanks" i muttered. I looked at him and didn't expected what i saw.
remember the guy that bumped me at taco bell causing my burrito to fall down on the floor? yep it's him.
"surprised?" he smirked. I face palmed myself, "was that a joke cause it wasn't funny" i said coldly. he gazed at me then raised an eyebrow, don't tell me he forgot the burrito incident?
"ok i'm still sorry about the burrito besides i saved you from that perv guy" he said confidently. i just stared at him, making the atmosphere akward.
he let out a sigh, then started walking away. omg was he mad? as i was gonna walk towards him, he turns around and looked at me. "watch me later" he smirked. what does he mean by it?
I saw Tyra entering the room, "omg Kayla!" she yelled running towards me. she's wearing this dark purple dress and 2 inch high heels.
"omg you look gorgeous" she complimented, i'm wearing a dark blue dress and heels. "and you look flawless" i chuckled.
We (me and Tyra) met new people, then partied then eat then drink then partied again and again. The host started talkin makin the music stop.
"are you all having fun? cause i am" He laughs. is he drunk? "here's what you've all been waiting for...a special number from four special persons" Tyra screamed, as well some of the girls. uhm what's going on? "calum michael luke and ashton come on out" he yelled.
wait what?
the crowd started screaming also Tyra. i'm standing feeling paralyzed, this is all so shocking. Is this what michael meant by surprise? and that asian guy omg he's friends with Michael and Ashton and Luke? seriously.
"heyy" Ashton said on the microphone. they brought their instruments with them. "This song is called 18" Luke said, smirking at the microphone.
"I wish that I was eighteen--" Luke sang. omg this song, did they wrote it?
"hey Tyra" i said, looking up to Tyra who obviously have a huge obssesion with them. "hmm?" she looked at me smiling.
"stop that" i said, furrowing my eyebrows. "stop what?", "that, it's creepy" i said doing her smile. "oh sorry lol what is it?"
"how did you know about these guys?" I asked. wow, i'm just gone for like a year and i've missed alot of things already. (ofc duh it's one year im so dumb) "they're popular who wouldn't know them in the campus" me.
"can you tell me more?" i asked, she smiles and flips her hair. "it's for you to know" she smirked.
"this song is called Kiss Me Kiss Me" Calum said. did i just imagined that? (what?) that he looked at me after saying it.
