One fateful day, Freya has just parked in the supermarket car park when somebody pulls into the space next to her, scraping her car. She rolls down the window angrily, planning to give them a piece of her mind, but when she demands to know who they are she gets an answer that she wasn’t exactly expecting. What is the world’s biggest boy band doing outside Tesco’s?
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It’s the first Sunday of the summer holidays. That’s the time to have fun: Sleep late into the morning, party long into the night, spend forever out with your friends. For example, right now I’m about to go on a shopping spree!
Oh who am I kidding; it’s time to do the grocery shopping.
I walk out the door and get into my cream mini, with leather seats. This is my dream car, and my parents helped me raise the money for it. I still have some debt to pay off, but I’m saving up from my part time job at Jack Wills.
As I drive along the street, I switch the radio on. A familiar tune is playing so I start to sing along. “NEVER MIND I’LL FIND, SOMEONE LIKE YOU!” I belt out, as I turn into the Tesco’s car park. I turn down the sound so that I can concentrate on pulling the car into a space. Turning off the engine, I sit in my seat for a moment, bending down to collect my handbag and pulling out my shopping list.
Milk… Eggs… Cornflakes… Bread… Then I hear a terrible scraping sound resonating in my head like fingers scratching down a blackboard. I shudder as the sound finishes and then look around to see what made it. I large van has pulled in next to me.
Very close to me.
I climb over to the other seat and jump out of the car, rushing around. My worst suspicions were confirmed. There was a large dent in the side of my car, the paint scraped clear off. Rage seeped through me and I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream or curl up on the floor and cry. I know that that seems like an overreaction but I worked my ass off for that car!
I marched around to the other side of the van and knocked on the door violently. A boy around my age walked out, he had short brown hair and a nervous expression on his face – I have to admit, he was cute! “I’m so sorry about your car!” he apologised, a genuine look of sympathy on his face. “We had no idea that we were so close and it was an accident!”
“Well maybe you should look twice before you park next time!” I stated, a bit louder than I had intended. A couple of heads turned, but I didn’t care. “Were you driving, or is there somebody else in the car that was?” I asked, referring to the ‘we’ he had mentioned.
“Um… Harry was driving.” The boy said hesitantly, obviously not wanting to blame ‘Harry’.
I walked up to the car again, and knocked on the driver’s window. It started to roll down slowly and I held my ground. The window revealed a curly haired boy who also looked around 18. “What do you have to say for yourself?” I asked angrily.
To my surprise, a grin spread onto the boy’s face, revealing a charming set of dimples. He was rather attractive too. No Freya, stop getting distracted. This guy just dented your mini!
“Well I just got my driver’s license, but I guess I might still have to practise a bit more!” he answered cheekily.
“Well next time you practise, try not to scrap somebody else’s car!” I shouted this time, starting to let out some of my anger. He just kept on grinning at me… Wow! That grin is something special. No Freya, SNAP OUT OF IT! I shook my head, trying to get his perfect smile out of my thoughts. “Stop grinning, who do you think you are?” I snapped, starting to get really annoyed at this boy.
