A Crooked Kind of Perfect. (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter Eight: Lunch With One Direction & The Concert

Jenna

McDonald's has suddenly become a whole different place. Instead of a fatty restauraunt, screaming kids, and overly-cheerful employees,' it is now a hell jungle with screaming girls with a greater vocal box, and even more fakely cheery workers.

"Man, this place sure is loud!" Niall says, looking around. Most of the teenage girls there have their mouths gaping open, McGriddle's and Big Macs paused in mid-air. One girl has knocked over her ginormous amount of fries, and another one squeezed her smoothie so hard it spilled all over the place, splotches of chunky raspberry sweetness on a black wedge.

Security is on either side of the seven of us, even though I tried explaining to them that in Canada, guns aren't accessible to just everyone. 1D management didn't take no for an answer, though. 

"What are you gonna have, ladies?" Louis asks, pulling out his wallet.

"I'll have the five-piece chicken nugget meal with a Sprite," I say. Evelyn orders a crispy chicken wrap meal with a strawberry smoothie, Liam orders a tai chicken salad, Niall orders two Big Macs- both meals, Zayn has a bacon and cheese burger, Harry has the taco special, and Louis has a quarter pounder. Once we have our food, we make our way to a table in the back corner, which isn't as busy.

"This is so good," Zayn says over a mouthful of burger. I raise an eyebrow at him. "You like this greasy goodness?"

"Of course," he replies, winking at me. 

Just then, a group of teenagers, no more than fifteen or fourteen, walk up shyly to our table. 

"Hi..One Direction," one of them pipes up; a girl with short hair that has been bleached blond. 

The boys smile and greet them all back, good-naturedly.

"Hullo love," Harry says politely.

I swear I can see the girls swoon. 

They all form in a line to have their autographs and pictures, each clearly pronouncing their name and writing down their Twiter, and giving a cutesy glance at their preferred 1D boy. I catch the bleached-blond giving Harry a flirtative look, and to my surprise, a feeling of jealousy strikes through me. One of the fans even asks Niall if she can take a bite out of his burger or take a sip of his drink, which he nicely declines to.

"Thanks!" The girls chirp once everything is written and taken. Bleach-blond blows a kiss to Harry, who blushes and gives her a small smile. 

"Boy, that took forever," Niall moans, returning back to his second Big Mac. I giggle, stealing one of Louis's fries and popping it into my mouth. 

"I'll be right back," I say, standing up from the table. That Sprite was effing huge! 

I make my way to the ladies' washroom, and once I'm done doing my business, I begin washing my hands. As I'm drying them, the bathroom door opens and four of the group of girls from the autograph signing with the boys a few moments ago, walks in.

I look up at them from the mirror, and my heart suddenly rams up in my throat. 

It's Ava Lennox, the girl I've known to be a total bitch to just about everyone, and her followers Chelsea, Mindy, and Tess. How could I not of recognized them when they went up to see the boys only a minute or two ago? Eh, I probably was too fixtated on my food- I hadn't made much eye contact with the girls there, even though they asked the boys who I was. They knew who Evelyn was already; she was known as One Direction's best friend worldwide.

Ava recognizes me instantly; and her bright blue eyes darken.

 "Hello Jenna," she says snidely, pronouncing my name in a sneer-like voice.