I wake up, my body sprawled across the floor. My cellphone is near my hand, beeping. I look at my alarm clock.
7:39am.
I didn't turn it back on last night.
Crap! I must've slept while talking to Mia last night. She's going to grill me during school today. I pounce off the floor, head to the bathroom, cleanse myself, and stuff my necessities in my backpack. I skip down the stairs and chug my glass of orange juice down, grabbing my cereal bar waiting next to me. I unlock the door, getting ready to leave.
"Lou--" my mom calls from the kitchen. "Louis--"
"Yes mom, I'm going to be late." I tap my foot against the tile.
She hesitates. "Try to make friends, okay?"
I gulp. "Yeah--yeah, okay mom. Bye." I get out of the house and dash to the school building, making it there at a nick of time. I focus on the groups of people chatting and heading to their classes. I shake my head, sighing. My mom needs to realize that after two years of high school, nothing's going to change. No matter how much you force me to go to school events and try clubs out, I'll never have friends. Nunca.
First period zooms by fast. Algebra. I don't really have any problems in the class, and I actually like Ms. Yates. The bell rings and my classmates are up and out. I take my time to go to my next class, Design Studio. Ah, my favorite class.
The only time I can just relax and have fun while doing what I do best, design. When I get older, I want to venture in a art associated business. Per say, TV show set designing, logo creating, scripting, mapping, and such. It makes me tingle just thinking about what life will be like after High School. I will (hopefully) get accepted into Cotley, and study these fun things, not looking back. New faces, new opportunities, and hey, maybe I'll make a few friends.
I step into Ms. Dillon's class. She's going back and forth from her desk to her smart board. Gosh, I love that lady. Always doing her best to please us in entertaining ways. In our last project, we mapped up familiar rooms like the cafeteria, the stage, the choir rooms, etc. and drew them into nature filled rooms. Each project just gets better and better.
I sit in my seat, patiently waiting for the rest of the students to pile in. I glance as the most talkative boy walks in with another crowd- pleasing guy.
Harry Styles and Zayn Malik.
I watch as they sit in there seats, continuing to talk. I don't know how, but Zayn occasionally catches me staring at him, and now it's pretty awkward between us two. And Harry on the other side, I don't even think he knows I go to this school...or even exist.
I look over to see Ava Donolan staring at the two. She licks her lips and twiddles her fingers around her mechanical pencil, grazing her sandal over the surface of the floor. I stick my tongue out slightly, finally realizing what she was doing. The cockiest girl in school was doing the cliché and trying to hook up with the popular guys. She's practically drooling over them.
Whatever, hopefully they'll realize that they're better than that. Dating a slutty girl who's done more than half of the school. But you know, whatever.
"Class, class, settle down!" Ms. Dillon yells as the late bell rings. Conversations slowly die down and the classroom goes quiet.
"We are going to be starting a new unit." She clasps her hands together, smiling. "It'll include journalism and graphic designing. Oh yes, and something new, interviewing!" She runs to her desk, pulling up a PowerPoint and displaying it on the smart board.
"Okay, it's called, 'Peer Interview and Design Unit'. You'll be given a partner. Each of you will set up questions to ask each other. You'll interview your partner, and then keep them in your journal. Make sure you go in depth!" She changes the slide. "When you finishing interviewing each other, I want you to design a caricature of your partner in PhotoShop. Ask yourselves, what describes your partner? What word would you hear and instantly think of them?"
Anthony's hand shoots up. "Will you be choosing our partners?"
She sips on her coffee. "Well, you already know everything about your best friend, don't you? There would be no use interviewing them. It would just be a shortcut, to be honest, Anthony. So I'll be choosing your partners. I chose them according to personalities. Opposites attract, right?"
"I mean, not unless your gay," Zayn retorts, chuckling. The whole class bursts into laughter. But for me, my face stays stone hard. What's so funny about that?
"Zayn, please," she looks away, sighing. "Back to the question. I chose your partners. Okay? So now, who is ready to know their mate for the rest of the unit? I know I'm excited." I could hear people tapping their feet, anxious. As for me, I'm quite nervous also. Who is she pairing me up with?
"Hillary and Phillip," she says, eyeing her list. "Ghavi and Steven. Jake and Xavier. Sean and Leo. Zayn and Tracie. Marcus and Libby. Louis and Harry. Parker and Walter. Ava and Rick..."
I clench my fists. Louis and -- who? Surely she didn't say who I'm thinking of. Harry and I are polar opposites. He enjoys being the class clown and mooching on girls. I enjoy reading books and watching movies. Does he even know what a book is? I'll just have to dumb things down for him, won't I?
"Do I have to read the list again?" Ms. Dillon calls. "No? Okay. Get with your partners and greet each other! For some of you, this is the first time you've actually talked to them!" She laughs. "This project is due in three weeks! Get to it!"
I look down on the surface of my desk, watching Harry's shoes pad against the floor. He comes up to the desk in front of me, swiveling the chair around. I continue to stare at my desk, acting like I didn't notice him walk over.
"So? Louis?" He stares at me. I shoot my head up.
"Oh yeah, Harry. Hey." I glance back quickly, and then dart my eyes back to the desk.
"It's going to be a pretty boring project if you just stare at your desk the whole time." He tells me.
"Yeah." I mumble.
"Anything going on in your life?" He tries to start up a conversation.
I try and think. "Well...uh, I'm planning to start watching the TV show Arrow on Netflix this Saturday."
Harry waits for me to continue, but then realizes that I have nothing else to say. "Oh, okay. Um, how's Mia?"
"Ugh, she's fine. Um, good girlfriend." Why the heck am I so nervous?
"Cool. I'm single."
I look around, watching people bond. I'm such a loser. Maybe I should just try and have fun for once. I'm doing this to myself. It's not beneficial at all. "So, when do you want to start working?"
"Today? I don't know, just kinda like brainstorming and stuff. You're free, right?"
Of course I'm free. Are you kidding? Any chance to not call Mia is a chance I'm taking. "Definitely. My house, correct?"
"Right. Address? Type it in my phone," he hands my his small phone. I gaze at his large hands. Jeez. I type in my address and give it back to him.
"Today, after school." I remind him. Hopefully he doesn't ditch.
"Yep."
"Yeah."
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WTF THAT WAS SO AWKWARD EVEN I FELT AWKWARD. GET READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER CUZ LARRY FINALLY KICKS OFF AND UGGHH IM SO HAPPY I HATE WRITING BORING CHAPTERS...
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