The Move

Chapter 2

"Hahahahahaha, nice joke (Y/N). Oi, did you see what Mr Smith was wearing today? Those shoes were disgusting"

"Han, i'm not joking.."

"Yeah, but did you see his shirt too? What the fuck was that colour? Like an odd shade of purple? Hahahahaha"

"Hannah. Why aren't you listening to me?"

And it was at that moment that I knew she knew. She knew I wasn't joking, and she knew I couldn't give a shit about Mr Smiths shoes, or his purple shirt. I was being serious. Her face dropped, but she didn't say anything..she just sort of..looked. Hannah was my best friend, in the entire world. Yeah cheese cheese cheese but I genuinely do not know where I would be today, without having had this girl in my life..and I know the feeling is mutual. She was my bitch, we were a duo. You didn't get (Y/N), without Han, or Han, without (Y/N). Everyone knew us as a pair, and I wasn't ready for that to change.

I was so busy thinking, in my train of thought that I didnt actually see Hannah crying until Jordan walked past and said "what have you done this time (Y/N)?", he knows we usually play fight, or have petty arguments and I get pretty heated, I have bad temper, and therefore sometimes they get out of hand, but then again she's always been a little pussy. I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts, and my attention turned to her.

"What the fuck?"

"What?"

"You're leaving? Leaving London? Why? Where to? When? You fucking bitch"

There was anger in her voice, but I knew deep down she was heartbroken.

"You think I want to leave? Of course I don't. You think I want to leave you? The rest of the girls, Nathan? It's something to do with a new job my Dad has. I don't really ask questions, because I dont give a shit. Why on earth would I want to move to a country, and state that I know virtually nothing about? It's called Nebraska I think. Our new house, it's is in a town called Omahae? Omaho? I dont  even know the name of it. Sounds shitty anyway.."

This, is the part I'm dreading. How can I tell my best friend that I'm leaving for good in 23 days? She probably thinks I mean in a year or so, maybe a few months at least. I'm not ready for this..

"..23 days.

"YOU WHAT?"

"..."

"23 FUCKING DAYS (Y/N) THATS NOTHING. THATS NOT EVEN 1 MONTH ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW"

Han stood up shouting, cursing at me like it was my fault. This attracted the whole cafetieria's attention, and just to my luck, the rest of the girls. They walk straight over, probably thinkning Han is crying because some boy fucked her around again..But before I could even get a word out, I had 6 angry faces blurting words out to me at such a fast pace, which I couldnt comprehend a single thing they were saying.