Louis Tomlinson.
He is the typical ideal athlete at his school, Hayfield high school. Everyone thinks they know him. You know, a player with a big ego and a small brain, the usual characteristics of a fuckboy.
Every guy wants to be him.
Every girl...
"A friend made it for me. They put all my favourite songs on it." I said and started driving.
"A friend? As far as I know, we are your only friends." Liam remarked and leaned forward.
"Well, you're not." I took a right turn and I heard Liam sigh.
"Who?"
"There's this cool girl, her name's Amar. She-,"
"She's probably looking for a fuck. And she's gonna be disappointed when she finds out that you're gay." Zayn said, cutting me off.
I cringed at that. There's nothing wrong with Amar. She's beautiful and awesome and cool, but I don't like her like that. I shook my head. "No, you're wrong. She isn't like that."
"How do you know?" Liam questioned. I shook my head again. I couldn't believe that Liam agreed with Zayn. I pulled into the parking lot and came to a stop abruptly in my usual spot. I turned the car off and we got out.
"I really can't believe you think I can't make genuine friends." I accused, my voice getting louder.
"We don't think that. We just think you should reconsider who you hang out with." Zayn said and Liam nodded, agreeing with him once more.
I scoffed. "Well, I choose to hang out with you two. Should I reconsider that?" I walked away before either of them had the chance to speak.
Amar's POV
"Sweetie! You have to get going if you don't want to be late!" My dad yelled.
I sighed and applied a coat of mascara. "Coming dad!" I yelled back. I closed the tube and fixed my beanie. I walked over to my full-length mirror and looked at myself. I chose to wear a black top, a black and white flannel wrapped around black skinnies, paired with black combat boots, and a black beanie rested on top of my curls.
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I grabbed my skateboard, backpack, and phone and walked downstairs. My mum and my brother were talking and eating breakfast at the table. I leaned my skateboard against the wall and plopped my backpack on the table, interrupting their conversation and turning their focus to me now.
"Hey, honey. How'd you sleep?" My mum asked as I opened the fridge and grabbed a juice.
"Fine," I muttered and grabbed a banana.
"Oh, before you leave," My mum began. "Your father and I are going to go visit your grandfather over the weekend. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
"Great," I mumbled and threw away my banana peel.
My mum glared at me. "And you won't be alone, your brother has offered to take care of you. Isn't that exciting?"
"Jumping from joy," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey!" My mum yelled before I got the chance to walk away. I turned around and faced her. "Drop the attitude."
I hold an eye roll back and nodded. I grabbed my backpack, juice and skateboard. I walked over to the door when I heard my brother mutter in annoyance,
