Undoubtedly.

Chapter 3: 1D?

<Maybe it's the way she walks>

Everyone walk the same silly. I thought.

< Right into my heart and stole it>

Wait... What?!

<Through the doors and passed the guards>

Okay, I'm officially confused.

<Just like she already owned it>

Ugh. Prying my eyes open, I was immediately blinded by the light coming through my open blinds. What happened? Listening to the song for about a minute still hazed. I was trying to you don't think straight.

< And we danced all night to the best song ever >

Where was the music coming from? I looked down and I squinted at my phone. I was getting a call. Who in their right mind would call me up so early? Then a name comes up. Willow...What the hell? How did she change my ring tone? Reluctantly picking up my phone, I pressed the answer button.

''Hello?'' I asked my voice husky.

"Ashley Mary Jones! Where in the world are you? Why aren't you at
school? Why aren't you answering? Talk to me!" She yelled, nearly
deafening me.

Wow... was she really that worried about me?

"Hello to you too," I replied sarcastically. "Yeah... I'm at home, what time is it?" I asked

"9:37," She said trailing off.

"Oh," that was all I could say.

"Ashley, I need to tell you something."

"Me too," I said remembering what happened last night

"No, me first!" She squealed.

"I..."

"So, you know Brian right?"

''Of course," I said, mentally rolling my eyes. Brian Hollands, star
player for the football team and man-whore, but he's super-hot.

"So, he invited me to his party tonight. And he said I could invite a
friend!" She said/ yelled.

"And...?" I asked prompting her.

"I'm inviting you!"

"But..." I said starting to protest.

One Thing about me, I hate parties. I absolutely loathe them. It's
like going to a place where grinding on each other in public and getting drunk is totally normal. But on the other hand i kinda like them its fun without the grinding part.

"No 'but's. What are you doing now?" She asked.

"I'm in bed."

"I'm coming over," she declared.

"What about class?" I asked worried.

"You're skipping, so I am too."

"But you can't-" I was cut off when she hung up on me. Talk about rude.
Oh crap, I have to get ready. Looking at my reflection with the mirror
on my dresser I nearly shrieked. My Hair... it was.... oh God.