Little White Lies

Chapter 1

HIII. This is a random new stories, even though I can't keep up with the other ones. Lol.

HERE WE GO! :

Chapter 1 – Georgia’s POV

“So Georgia, are you going to Italy with us? It’s going to be awesome!” Rebecca says breathlessly.

“Uh, I don’t know…I mean I might but…”

“Oooo! Hey guys, listen quickly! Georgia’s going to tell us her really lame excuse for not going to Italy!” Macy giggles.

We all laugh.

“Well, you never know, Georgia always has something exciting going on!” Sara says.

“Very true, very true!” Clara answers.

“So what’s your answer Georgia?” Rebecca asks.

“Well…” I started. I looked around at everyone. They were all staring at me, which freaked me out. I didn’t want to lie… but I had to.

“Because… my Mum bought me plane tickets to see my dad…”

“Oh! That’s totally acceptable. We totally understand!” Macy says.

“Yup! Of course! That’s so sweet!” Sara says with her sugar sweet voice which was making me sink in to deeper guilt.

“Aw! Now we won’t see you! We’ll be all lonely and bored!” Rebecca groans.

“I know but I really want to see my dad. I haven’t seen him in like, 6 years! How can I refuse?”

Clara nods. “We understand. We’re just saying how much we’ll miss you!”

“Um, Georgia? How long are you going for?” Sara asks. Macy grins.

“She won’t be long Sara. She’ll be, 3 weeks?”

“Uh, yeah…” I answer twirling my brown curl.

The bell rings, louder than usual but I didn’t mention it. I felt so guilty. This is the LAST time I will ever lie to them again.

“Hey guys!” Macy starts while we start to walk to class. “We should practice, ‘Australian, we are’!” Sara grins.

“Yeah!” the girls agree.

“No! It’s so lame!” I groaned.

“Come on Georgia! Get into the spirit! Before you leave, please?!” Rebecca asks.

“Ugh!”

They all start singing while some year ten’s walk past. I walk slowly away from them, but Clara pulls me closer to them as they squeal their next note. I started to walk a little bit faster than usual but of course they caught up.

“Is there any way to get out of this terrible singing?” I asked hopefully.

“Nope!” Macy laughs, and then goes back to singing.

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!” Sara says happily.

I rolled my eyes. Was that even a saying?

Class dragged along miserably. I was half dead from boredom when Recess came. We were all making each other’s hair when Harry Styles walked past. He looked so… cute. All these other girls were following him, a metre behind him.

He quickly glanced around as his eyes suddenly landed on me. I smiled at him politely as he waved at me. One of the girls, Cleare, and her little girly gang, stopped dead in their tracks.

“I can’t believe he looked at… her.” She mumbled to her little team, pointing at me.

“You know, pointing is rude. Gosh.” I said, pretending to be annoyed, crossing my legs and folding my arms.

Cleare flicked her eyes over to Harry again and walked off in a strutted walk.

“School isn’t a fashion parade, Cleare. Need to calm down. Oh but you don’t want to look bad in front of Harry! Oh no, that’s like, really, really bad! And we wouldn’t want it to rain either, because then it would wash the thick layer of your makeup off and then your face would be… well let’s face the truth - nothing!” I laugh.

“Oh, and not to mention your perfect blonde straightened hair! It would go puffy and crinkled! Oh my gosh, that’s like, a nightmare, isn’t it?” I said dramatically, flicking my hair away from my face in a girly girl way. Everyone laughed.

Cleare came right up into my face and looked at me closely.

“Look here Mackie.” she says looking into my eyes. “My crew and I are better then you and you know it. You think you’re all funny and cute, but you’re not. You’re a pathetic baby. So stay away from us and do NOT talk to us. EVER!” Cleare yelled as she pounced off with her little girly gang. Cleare always knew how to make me feel horrible

All of us shook our heads and tied up our hair and walked off to class.

“Whatever.” I mumbled.

Chapter 2- Harry’s POV

All the students walked into class and hopped into their seats. I sat down in the second row and scanned the room.

I looked at Cleare and her team just as she was staring into a tiny pocket mirror, making sure her make-up was right. She looked over at me and smiled a big lip-glossy smile. I smiled at her.

Cleare was so hot, but not nice. She was always horrible to that Georgia girl.

I looked over my shoulder, to find Georgia. She blushed and smiled a small, non-lip-glossy smile. I grinned back at her which made her blush even more.

I looked over at Niall, my best friend. He wasn’t looking my way; he was making a slingshot out of two pencils and a rubber band.

I roll my eyes just to find Cleare right next to me.

“Hi Harry!” she squeals.

“Uh, hi…” I answer.

“Um, so uh… what do you think of my outfit? Totally different to my other one, yesterday,huh?” she says, a little more confident.

I look at her outfit. She had a pink, silk top with a pink singlet under it. She had long, dark blue jeans on with a pink belt. She had, which looked like a two millimetre worth of make-up on her face and her hair out with 2 pink butterfly clips in. Oh, and a big grin.

“Uh, I didn’t really see what you were wearing yesterday… I didn’t take much notice…”

I heard a cough behind me which was the sort of cough trying to cover up a laugh.

"What? Oh um well, I wear it every Wednesday so I thought you would know.” She sounded a bit offended and heaps more confident now.

“You have your clothes scheduled out for a week?” I answer amazed.

There was another one of those coughs but much louder now. I looked around the class room, and it looked like everyone was listening to our conversation.

“Yes. What’s wrong with that? I’m just trying to keep organised.” She frowned.

“I, uh thought you might have had more clothes then that because like you know, you always go shopping to buy more clothes… and makeup?” I ask uncertain.

Suddenly there’s a huge laugh from behind me.

“Shut up Mackie and mind your own business!” Cleare snapped.

“Hey don’t talk to her like that!” I hissed back.

Cleare blushes bright pink and it wasn’t because of her makeup.

“Why do you even talk to losers like her?” she asks loudly. Georgia looks away.

“You do notice that hanging out and talking to her is dragging you down to the depths of Loserville? And soon enough, you’re going to end up just like her and she’s a total-”

“Shut up Cleare!” Georgia yells furiously. Cleare gives an icy stare to her before walking away.

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OOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOO. Lol. Anyways, BIII! x

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