paramore // fivesauce

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// chapter six //

talia's pov

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'and that,' mr. anderson stated, ending his scientific lecture, 'explains the beauty of mitosis!'

my face brightened as the bell sounded, signalling the end of the day.

'okay, class. be prepared to have an intelligent group discussion on chapter eight next monday,' the middle-aged teacher said, slamming his book shut with a dramatic gesture.

i hop out from my seat, and gather my books as a scrawny-yet-towering figure appears beside me. 'i hear from my sister that you are now the frontwoman of your brother's band,' preston says with a grin. preston was clarisse's younger-by-a-year, nerdy brother. he and i shared many advanced-placement classes, and he excelled in each and every one of them.

'yep!' i reply with a bright smile, popping the 'p'. we head out into the vast, crowded hallway, murmuring 'excuse me' and 'sorry' to other students along the way to my locker. he casually leaned on one leg as i twisted in the combination, cracking open the locker's door to throw some of my books in, and take some out for tonight's homework. from my periphery, i examined his profile. he had a very skinny physique, suggesting a lack of excercise and food, and his 6'1'' height gave him an illusion of a pole.

he pushed his thickly-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, and pulled on one of the curly, gelled, black locks that rested upon his head. 'since you're going to be famous in a matter of months, i'm going to tell you this right now. don't get a nose job.'

i let out a loud laugh, and kick my locker door shut, slinging my cumbersome schoolbag over my shoulder as we head to his locker. 'of course not. it'll hurt like hell, and i'm a wuss when it comes to pain,' i say, smiling at him. 'and plus. not all celebrities get work done.'

'i guess you're right. some of them need it though- like calum. i mean, have you seen that nose?' preston presses his thumb to his pointed nose, making an attempt to flatten it to mock my brother.

i chuckle and slap his arm playfully. 'dude, calum and i share the same genes. you're basically saying i have a big nose, too.'

'nah,' he says with a shake of his head. when we reach his locker, he crouches down to pull it open. 'you inherited the perfect genes.'

i roll my eyes at his corny remark, but i blush. when preston rises with his bag on his shoulder, he pinches my cheek and smiles. i bat his hand away, but the red color is still present.

preston, and i have a very odd relationship. it all started last year when he admitted his feelings to me, and when i told him i didn't return them, things began to fall onto the awkward side in our friendship.

therefore, i suggested a flirtationship.

i have always been a bit prude-like, weary of sensual emotions. but i trust preston. i knew he wouldn't take this to any other level. i'm not so sure if his crush on me is still constant, though, but it seems to be diminishing day by day. 

the one-sided flirtationship with michael, on the other hand, is currently one that is not to my liking.

when we push through the large, iron double-doors, we are immediately greeted with an icy gust of wind. i rub my sweater-covered arms and shiver. preston mirrors my actions.

'damn,' he says, teeth chattering. 'i didn't know it'd be this cold outside.'

i nod in agreement, and we walk down the small set of steps that lead to the main pavement.