YOU
"Wake up! Wake up!"
That voice sounds familiar.... and annoying. I got up.
"What do you want?" I shouted.
"Greyson is calling you." Hermione answered back.
"What?" I said shockingly. "I don't even have his number."
"Just answer it."
"W-wait. You gave him my number, didn't you?"
"You don't need to know about it." She said. "Just answer his call!"
I got my phone from her hand and pressed it into my cheek.
"Hey, [YN]"
"Hey, Greyo."
"Ready for our first date later?"
"Uhh, what date are you talking about?"
"Buuuh, you won last night. Don't you remember?"
Oh, yes. I remember. AND NO.
"Can't just my cousin go with you? I think I have a fever."
"No. You're coming with me and that's final."
"But----"
~~
"What did he say??" Hermione freaked out.
"He told me that you look like a butthole." I answered, holding my laugh.
Her smile turned into frown, almost crying, "Seriously?"
"Stop over reacting." I grinned. "I was just kidding."
"Ugh. So, what did he tell you?"
"He told me that I should go come with him since I won last night."
BINABASA MO ANG
You Are The Chosen One. (A Greyson Chance fanfiction)
FanficAre you still going to consider yourself lucky being picked as the 'lucky' one who'll get to meet and date the only popstar you hate? Is this what you call GOOD or BAD luck?