Hello, readers. Not that anyone is even reading my book..
Here is chapter 3, I was bored so I decided to make the chapter! <3
Chapter 3
Aria's POV
I made my brother some food, I went to sit down, then saw something.
Oh no..
The entire couch was still wet, worse covered in layers and layers of paint.
"What the hell happened here?" I scream. My brother trotted down the stairs and put on a innocent face.
"I didn't mean to. The paint just exploded." He said in a 5 year old voice. I glared at my brother,
"We do not tell mom, nor' dad about this." I continue to glare.
"Okay. They're coming home tomorrow though.." Eric trails off, now looking at the couch.
"You, can buy a new couch. You did this, you pay." I demand. Eric pouts, and walks to the basement.
"Fine, I'll buy a sectional, since those are the better kind of couches. Maybe I should buy it white? No leather!" Eric babbles.
I roll my eyes, and walk back up to my room. I smell the rotten smell.
Jenny, you sure do need to clean your room.
(Monday, I didn't know what to put for rest of Saturday or Sunday. )
I looked in my closet to find a nice pair of clothes, I decide on a wifi sweat shirt, and faded light blue jeans with my converses. I brush my hair, then curl it in nice beach-like waves. I put on some eyeliner and mascara, and a coat of Chapstick.
I arrive at school quite early.
"Aria!" I hear Leslie scream. I turn around to see Leslie's curls bouncing, and her coat flying everywhere. I wave back at her,
"Come here." Leslie walks towards me.
"This is him, the guy I told you about." Leslie showed me a picture of him on her phone.
His curls were so.. curly? His eyes were a nice shade of electric green, and he did have dimples.
"He's hot." I say casually, trying not to sound like a idiot.
"I know, he's perfect for you. II'd want him, but I have another person in mind from the same band." Leslie smiles.
Band? Wait, band?!
"Band?" I practically scream, but not causing any attention.
"Uh, yeah. They're famous. But they are here, in London." Leslie smiles, ear to ear. Famous?
"How f-famous?" I stutter, if they're famous they won't want me. They'll want Leslie, but me, no.
"Supreme." Leslie nods.
I faint. Okay, not literally. Famous? Hot guy? Supreme?
"They won't want m-me." I sigh, walking inside the school, leaving Leslie behind.
Famous guys go for pretty girls. Not ugly ones.
Curls would want a girl with autumn hair- probably. Bright blue eyes, or a pale grey. Maybe a nice shade of pink lips? Not boring pink pale ones. Maybe a coat of pink on her cheeks.
I sigh helplessly, then bump into someone.
I look up to see the same person on Leslie's phone.
"H-Hi." I stutter, wondering why he is here. Visiting someone, I guess? Dropping his friend or someone off?
"Hi." His deep-ish voice says.
I gulp, asking a random question.
"What's your name?" I smile shyly.
"Harry, yours?"
"A-Aria." I forgot my own name at first!
"Beautiful name. Well I must get going, text me." Harry gave me his number as I sat there in shock.
I see Leslie,
"LESLIE!" I shout. Leslie turns to me, and walks over.
"What's that?" Leslie points to Harry's number.
"Harry's number. I bumped into in and he said I have a beautiful name and to text him." I blush a little.
Oh god, I never blush at that stuff!
"Ooo!" Leslie shouts, attracting some people.
Maybe Harry will like me.
I'll text him later.
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AHHHH who knew? OMG, this book stinks. I'll be making another book soon, so be prepared nobody. I still have no reads? I'm guessing.
At least ONE read?
Pweaseeee?
I'll update once I get a VOTE and 10 READSSS!!!
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