The Girl Next Door// Louis Tomlinson {Completed}

Chapter Five

 

 Zailey's P.O.V.

 "Okay class, get seated. We're going to get some new assignments today!" Ms. Claire said.

I took my seat next to Abby, who sat next to Tyler Jacobs.  I looked to my side, seeing Niall sitting next to me. He's and interesting duck.

 "Okay, so we all know that the Halloween Dance is coming up, and the students voted for which class gets to sing, and they voted for our class. Yay! So now, we need to pick songs, and pick the people who get to sing them. You guys ready" Ms. Claire said.

"Yes." The class mumbled.

"So we need everybody to seperate into a group of boys and a group of girls. Now go."

God, I love this class, but I hate this teacher. I can see why she's never been married before. The class all got into the assigned groups, and I saw a couple of the guys across the room trying not to make fun of Ms. Claire for her gay procedures.

Ms. Claire handed us all a sheet of paper where we would write down what song we would want to sing. And they didn't have to be halloween, because that's just gay.

"Now each of you have a piece of paper of songs, and each of you have to sing at least one, or you will fail this class." She walked over to me and handed me another slip of paper. I glanced at it, and it said that I had to sing at least three times since I missed the last dance.

Zayn raised his hand and said, "So, what if we can't go to the dance? Will we still fail?"

"No. You'll just have to sing three times at the next dance, at least. Now pick your songs before I have to pick them for you."

We all lowered our heads down and put our name by the songs we wanted to sing. I picked Panic Station by Muse, A Message by Coldplay, and So What by P!nk. I'm probably the only one that's gon na pick them but whateb. That's why I'm different.

I handed my paper back to Ms. Claire and went back to the 'girl' group. I leaned over to Abby, and she picked a Katy Perry song. That girl is obsessed with Katy, no joke.

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"Hey Zailey do you wanna come hang out with us after school?" Harry asked.

"Sorry, I can't. I've got work today."

"Where do you work?"

"Jamba Juice and sometimes I work at McDonalds."

"Two jobs?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. It's the only way I can afford school and a house in Hollywood."

"Well we'll catch you later then."

"See ya!" I said while waving to him.

 I climbed into my car and headed to Jamba Juice, to make some smoothies for people who are too lazy to make them for themselves.

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"Hi, welcome to Jamba Juice. Can I take your order?"

"Yes, can I have a small Peach Mango smoothie please?"

"$3.50 please."

The woman dug for change in her purse, and handed me a five dollar bill.

"$1.50's your change." I said while handing back the leftover money.

I made the smoothie and handed it to her while she took a seat in the store.

This job, is the most boring job in the world. It makes me wonder why I even bother to stay in Hollywood since it costs so much, just to see the Hollywood tower. Then I remember how frikin awesome it is.

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It was three in the morning, and I still couldn't sleep. What is wrong with me lately? Maybe I'm just excited to sing for the dance. But that was a lie. I was just nervous. In a couple days, I would have to see him again. I didn't want to, but I had to if I wanted to keep my sanity. It doesn't make sense to most people, but most people don't know what it's like to have your whole life ruined, in just one night. 

People always judge me for the mistakes I made when I was younger, but they don't understand that mistakes help make you a person. I mean everybody makes mistakes, but it feels like I'm the only one who gets judged for them. I'm just glad that I finally found some friends who don't know my mistakes. Maybe I can turn a new leaf, and just become a new person. They don't ever have to know, unless they want to, but I don't think I'll ever want to tell them. I just hope that they don't find out by somebody else, who tells them their side of the story, not mine.