You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 14• Sports Festival or maybe not...

Leyla's POV

"Ley, what are you wearing? Isn't your sports fest today?" Xiana pointed to my white striped cardigan, black top, and leggings.

"Just because I like strawberry jam more than peanut butter doesn't mean I'm that stupid. I have a gym bag." I took a bite of the J.Co doughnut she handed me and groaned. This was a good start to the day.

After my last bite, I grabbed my backpack from the counter and slipped on my floral sunglasses, which I had stolen from her accessories box. I said my goodbyes and headed out. I was glad to know that the whole month would be filled with events instead of classes. All I brought was my small bag with the essentials: my phone, headphones, a comb, lip balm, wet wipes, a notepad, pens, safety pins, a scrunchie, a beanie, and napkins. Just emergency stuff. I'm not a paranoid person, but it's a habit.

As I got closer to the gates, I could hear loud music and people shouting. I went straight to our classroom, knowing no one would be there. I was right. Everyone's things were there, but the room was empty.

"Hey, Leyla!"

I yelped, startled, and turned around. "Faith, what are you doing here?"

"I just got here, silly. I'm in this class too, you know."

"So," I said, getting to the point. "Are you going to play any sports today?"

"Nah," she said. "I'm helping with our booth."

"Booth?" I asked. I'd forgotten all about it. "Depends on the theme."

"Marriage booth." Of course. It was the only theme left. "Wait, please don't tell me—"

"Here's your dress," she said, holding up a garment bag. "No one else would volunteer, and I knew you'd do it for the extracurricular credit."

I groaned. Faith's voice was already getting to me, and she kept insisting I'd look "so hot" in the dress.

"What if I get germs from a stranger?" I protested.

"Dude, a kiss on the lips isn't going to give you germs," she said, rolling her eyes.

"It's just the idea of it!"

"Stop stalling," she said. "I know how you are. Go get dressed, and I'll see you at the booth. Be quick." She walked off, and I stared at the dress. It was a dark, sleeveless gown with a deep V-neckline. Was she serious?

I sighed. This would be quick. Then I could just go to the hill by the soccer field and lay there all day. I took the dress to the girls' locker room in the gym. I struggled with the top part, trying to get it on without strangling myself, until I finally succeeded.

I pushed the doors open. A crowd of students swarmed the grounds, and I immediately felt exposed. I grabbed the skirt of the dress and half-ran, half-waddled toward the booths. Luckily, our booth was easy to spot.

Faith saw me and shrieked. "Oh my gosh, you look like a goddess! I told Jovi this would fit her best!" she said to Jovi, who was arranging a veil and a flower crown.

Jovi rolled her eyes. "I know she's beautiful, but I was trying to tell you that the gown is supposed to be white, not gray. It's a marriage booth, not a funeral."

Faith scoffed. "Nonsense. People wear red, black, and even pink to weddings now. It's fine."

Jovi gave up. She put the flower crown and veil on my head, leaving my hair in a beautiful, messy bun. She added a bit of makeup, too: a touch of oil control, some powder, a faded pink lipstick, and mascara to accentuate my long lashes.

"There's a customer!" a boy yelled.

I froze. "Okay, Leyla, just calm down and don't try to assassinate him," Faith said. I nodded and stood up.

I took a deep breath. A pleasant-looking guy, around my age, was standing there. He had a nervous smile, and Jovi was pinning a black bowtie on him.

"Hi," he said.

"Thank you," I said, a small smile on my face.

"You're really beautiful, I mean—" he stammered.

"That's... really sweet of you." I was surprised. He didn't seem like the other guys I had to deal with. Faith asked his name. It was Robin Hollwit.

One of our friends, dressed as a priest, did the mock wedding ceremony.

"This is the weirdest thing I've ever done," Robin whispered to me, chuckling.

"You're not the only one."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I was dared to," I said. "But I'm glad I did."

We smiled at each other as the "priest" finished his lines. "You may now kiss the bride!"

People in the audience cheered. I turned to face him. He smiled, and I felt my own smile wobble.

"Well," I said softly, "I guess you're getting my first kiss."

"We can stop if you want," he said, his voice full of genuine concern.

"No, it's okay. You paid for this, and you're going to get it." I closed my eyes as his face came closer. His lips were soft. I wasn't expecting this to be my first kiss, but it was happening. It was a weird, gentle kiss. It felt so wrong, yet also right. There were no sparks, but it was surprisingly nice.

As we kissed, I felt a burning sensation on the back of my head. Someone was staring at me. I bit his lip, and he groaned softly. We broke apart, and confetti and flowers rained down on us.

"How was that for a first time?" he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

"It was awesome." I grinned back. He hugged me, then was escorted out of the booth. He was met by a friend with thick, curly brown hair who was incredibly tall. I recognized him immediately. He was one of the guys the girls obsessed over. Harry Styles.

"Another customer!"

"Leyla, you know the drill."

I sighed. This day was going to be better-worst. "Be right there!" I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time. A cold shiver ran down my spine, a feeling that this was going to backfire on me.

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Heeyyyyyyy did ya miss meh? Hahahaha I hope you did. Because this one was a bit long but really late.

Please, do understand that I have a lot of problems going on with mt family and I lost inspiration to write so... I hope you could at least comment and vote? Even just one freaking vote or comment and I'll be happy. Love you~

Also, Dylan (Thomas from The Maze Runner) is played as Robin Hollwit. He's kind of not important but you'll see him in the future chapters :)

-Nina.