End Up Here // L.H. (On Hold)

1;Trouble

I was kinda scared while writing this. My Louis poster kept falling and scaring me every time. Okay! Onto the chapter. Hope you enjoy.

I wake up the next morning feeling tired. I went to sleep at about 1 in the morning and my alarm went off at 6. Not enough sleep for me.

I take a quick, 10 minute shower. I am happy that my blow dryer is working because it wasn't the other day. I quickly make the perfect quiff. My hair is always on point.

I throw on my regular skinny jeans and black vans. I stand in my bedroom shirtless deciding what shirt I would like to put on. I choose a white one that I borrowed from Calum that has holes and a picture if Kurt Cobain on it.

I always look so damn sexy, but nobody really seems to ever notice. And I feel differently depending on the day. I have days that I feel like this and days that I feel like shit.

My mum already left for work as well as my dad. She left out the bread for me to make toast with Vegemite. That's one of my favorites.

I collect my books in my backpack and hear Ash honk his horn like usual.

"Hey, mate," Ashton says as I take my seat next to him. We always trade who gets to sit in front and today, it's my turn.

"The American will be there today," Calum smirks at all of us. He really wants to date this girl, and he hasn't even met her. Classic Calum. He acts like this with Katy Perry, too.

"Yup," I smile to myself.

"You don't even know what she looks like,"Michael says to Calum.

"So? She's American. Pretty much all American girls are hot. What if she drives a minivan? That would be kinda cool."

I cut into the conversation. "I have always liked the way Americans say hello. I love their accent."

All of the lads agree with me and we arrive to school. The 3 of us get out and walk in. We are halfway down the hall and we hear a ton of 'hi's and 'hey's and people greeting someone. People clear out of the way and a tall, blonde walks in. She's wearing dark sunglasses with a My Chemical Romance t-shirt that has the sleeves rolled up. She has got black combat boots on. She is so hot. I'm guessing this is the American.

"What's your name?" I overhear somebody ask her.

She stops and turns towards them. The mystery girl lowers the sunglasses on her nose and just says, "Trouble."

She is walking towards us, and I have to say I'm slightly scared of her. She is the definition of badass.

Calum and I quickly exchange a few smirks while going to our lockers. The girl walks in between us to the empty locker. I watch her turn the dial on the padlock to complete her combination. I pull out my own books while trying not to stare at her. Calum may have claimed her, but I know that he's too scares to ever say anything to her.

I'm about to walk off to math when she turns to face me right after removing her sunglasses to reveal beautiful ocean blue eyes and she closes her locker.

"Kurt Cobain, right? I like your shirt," she points to it and walks away before I have the chance to respond. She left me speechless. Her voice was so melodic and smooth.

"Holy fuck! She just talked to you," Calum pats the back of my shoulder bone. I'm still speechless. "By the way, don't let it get to your head. That's my shirt, Luke." Calum smirks at me and pulls me down the hallway.

We walk into the classroom and I see her in there. She's sitting alone in the corner. I almost think of approaching her, but I see some of the 'popular people' approach her first. Pretty people are always taken under their wing.