Anonymous| lrh

08| "Luke! I'm not having a child and you are not driving me to my date!"

Tuesday, January 16th
Anonymous:
What do you have against guys wearing skinny jeans? They're stylish and versatile. I can look good and have pockets for all of my things. But I only wear ones with rips, those are cool. Anyways, how was your weekend?

I let out a quiet laugh, the class was talking amongst themselves and Miss. Martin had dozed off a good five minutes ago.

Me:
I guess you're right. But don't they get uncomfortable? I can barely wear them, I feel like a stuffed sausage. My weekend was good though, just hung out with some friends. How was yours?

I slipped the note underneath my desk after re-reading what both Anonymous and I said. I want nothing more than to find out who they were but then it's over, the one little thing I look forward to every sixth period is gone.

Gazing out the window, my mind drifted to the past events of the weekend; I saw a lot of dicks, the boys got drunk, I think Jack Hemmings implied he wanted to take a shower with me (I did not), and Ashton got stuck in major traffic on the way home;

"This is ridiculous! If everyone just drove at the speed limit this would not be happening right now," Ashton groaned.

We weren't even moving at this point, the cars were all at a dead stop in their lanes.

"Fuuuuuck."

"This lightning is so bad."

"I'm super fucking hungry."

"Can someone shine their flashlight on my face, please?" Hannah asked to nobody in particular. I don't know what her thing with taking selfies was but she did it often, especially at very inconvenient times.

"Hannah, no. You take way too many damn photos of yourself," Michael said.

"He is right, Hannah," the driver agreed, looking over at her. "I love you and all but it's pretty unnecessary."

The brunette turned to look at me, "Charlie, back me up here!"

I pursed my lips, "sorry, Han. I'm with the boys on this one."

"Don't look at me! I think you have a problem," said Calum, his head resting on my shoulder.

"I hate all of you," she huffed. "Jack Hemmings wouldn't treat me like this."

Yeah, it sucked to say the least. Especially being stuck in the back once again with Michael and Calum. I was used as a pillow, a shield and was accidentally punched multiple times.

"Charlie!" Oh God, I already knew exactly what this was going to be about; Harry fucking Styles.

"Hi, Liam," I faked a smile. It's not that I don't like Liam per say, it's more that I don't like the topic that our conversation will be surrounding.

"What are your plans this coming Friday?" He smiled, oh God no.

I wish I knew what my face looked like right now. Probably a mix of terror and confusion, "I'm not sure yet, why?" Shit, I always hang out with the boys and Hannah on Friday nights. Why didn't just say that?!

"So, Harry said that he would do it himself but he kinda figured you'd call him a crude name and walk away so I'm asking for him," Liam laughed. I nodded in agreement, that's exactly what I would do to him. "Would you want to go out with Harry? Like, this Friday?"

This was the most middle school thing I have ever heard in my entire life, 'I'm asking for my friend.'

"I don't think so," I nervously laughed, trying to avoid the awkwardness coming our way.