she makes me strong (larry stylinson)

part 2 of 4

8am the next day and layla was parked on herrie's drive like usual.

"moooorning!" she screeched as she rolled down the window.

"you're energetic." herrie stated as she climbed in the passenger's side, "what's up with you?"

layla laughed and replied with a sly grin plastered on her face "i just feel nice."

"good for you! now tell me how you be feeling like that."

"can't... it's my secret. ssh." layla teased.

herrie leant over layla's arm rest and placed her finger on her lips. they were so soft.

before layla knew it she'd been knocked around the head by her dickhead of a best friend. "fuck off! i don't know how i stand you sometimes. oh my god."

layla's outrage burst into laughter and the two girls arrived at college laughing like they always did.

collecting weird looks as they talked about their favourite bands like Fleetwood Mac and The Rolling Stones, they enrolled into science class 5 minutes late. the entire class turned to face them but both stared blankly and walked to their seats.

"so, as i was saying... the project needs to be completed for a week today and if it's no-" herrie's mind wandered into the distance. she honestly didn't care about the project a lot, just as long as she got to work with layla.

neither of them had many friends anyway. they'd always just had each other. they hadn't messed with boys or girls, but they hadn't been focused on their studies either. they kinda just... lived... together.

"psst. hey!" layla whispered across the classroom, "wanna pair up h?"

herrie spun round in her chair. "no, i'm not even your friend why would i want to do a class project with you, dumbass?"

proudly, she turned back round to face the front, hearing layla snort from behind.

"pig." herrie whispered back to layla.

"fuck off nobhead." layla replied, throwing a piece of paper at the back of herrie's head.

it fell to the floor, and lay all crumpled. it read:
come to mine tonight and we can plan this shit show?! XD

herrie wrote back in black ink, completely blanking what her teacher was lecturing her class about. contently, she chucked the paper back over her head hoping it would land somewhat near layla.

she heard layla giggle as she read:
we're planning a show full of shit... like poo? i don't wanna be a part of thAt. but count me in anyways uwu <3
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science dragged like a bitch but the pair went for dinner in the cafeteria after.

they never really opted in for college dinners, but on days where they simply couldn't be bothered, or their parents hadn't saved leftovers (which was usually the case), it's all they had.

half way through dinner, a bunch of year 13's approached them.

"what the fuck do these want?" herrie queried, looking into layla's widening eyes.

"uhhh. no idea." layla was shocked they'd even acknowledged them.

"hey girls," a stereotypical fuck-boy began, "we have a party at mine friday night, for my birthday, if you wanna come?" he raised his eyebrows at them.

"nah we're cool thanks. but happy birthday bro." herrie sounded, the guys all seeming rather shocked. she didn't even know their names.

layla looked at her in dismay from across the table. "i think what she means is that we'd love to come and we'll see you there."