Over Again

"And you have the nerve to say you're crap", said Louis, making me look up at him, and the others.
Their faces were astonished. I knew I shouldn't have sung! I suck at matching pitch and all that stuff. It just sounds like a bird squawking, even though I do like singing along to some of my favourite songs. But then why did Louis say that I'm nor crap? Was he being sarcastic?

I spoke,"Guys, say something, I'm freaking out a little bit here. There is such a thing like embarrassment you know."
Zayn broke out in a laugh, and a couple seconds later, everyone joined in, but me- still mortified at the fact that I had just sung one of the hardest songs. Why couldn't I have done If you're happy and you know it or something?
Between laughs, Niall says,"How the fuck can she say that she's embarrassed? How?", and went back to laughter. After they were done being hysterical, Zayn got up, walked over to me, and placed his hands on my shoulders, looking straight at me. I felt something bubble up inside me. I was super nervous, embarrassed, and scared of whatever remark he was going to make.
"You. Were. Not. Crap. You. Were. Amazing. Now wipe that expression off your face and suck it up. You're good at singing. Get over it", Zayn said.
"B-b-b-ut.. I... I sucked! It was horrible!"
"How can you even say that, Whitney Houston?", Liam said from behind, as Zayn pulled me to where they were all sitting and huddled up to talk, changing the positions of our chairs.
I immediately blushed at Liam's comment. What? I definitely suck at singing.
"Are you guys saying this because you don't wanna admit that I suck, because I know I do, or what? Because seriously, why? I told you you were amazing because you were", I say, a grin on my lips to make my words sound jokey, but inside I was shocked at their reactions. Niall spoke,"Hey. We said all of that stuff because we meant it. We don't lie to your face. We're way too awesome for that!", he said, laughing.
I was really surprised, but decided to take it at face value, although still unbelieving that I was actually good.
"Okay guys, move on to another topic", I say suggest, and they comply, sensing my discomfort.
All too soon, I hear my phone make a sound, interrupting our conversation.
I walk over to it, and the screen reads,"Dinner ready in half an hour- be home soon! xx-Mom."
I really didn't want to leave, but I said,"Sorry, I have to go- Mom's calling me. I'll see you guys Monday?", I ask, smiling, but making a face when telling them the fact that my Mom's calling me.
"Aw! Don't go!", Liam says.
"Yeah, we were having so much fun!", agrees Niall.
"Shuttup and let her go home. She'll be too overwhelmed by my hotness and amazingness to hold herself back", Louis says, smirking slightly, but with a sweet smile on his face. I burst out laughing as I'm putting my shoes on.
"Oh Louis. You can't compete with this", says Harry,"I'm just may too good for you."
Louis makes a fake crying face, and a burst out laughing even harder, nearly in tears.
"Exactly. Before any of you incredibly amazing", I make quotation marks around a amazing in the air with my hands,"boys hold me back, I must leave. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom and change into my own clothes", I say, throwing a dirty glance at Zayn, who pushed, sorry, THREW, me in the pool.
"Okay, okay! We'll be in the living room when you're done, yeah?", says Niall. I nod, smile and go up, their accent making me feel all tingly inside. I hear them getting up and shuffling towards the living room.
I reach the bathroom, glad to see that my shorts and top are dry, although wrinkled. I quickly remove the borrowed clothes, and slip on my gradient t-shirt and black shorts over my bra and panties. I grab the comb from my sling bag, and give a quick comb-through, and re apply by chubby stick on my lips before heading downstairs. I individually hug all of them, and say goodbye. Louis hugs me extra hard, and Harry exclaims,"PDA! PDA! Public displays of affection! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!", which only makes Louis and I laugh harder, and him giving me an extra hard squeeze before letting me go. I bike over to my house, feeling lovey dovey and in a haze. The rest of the weekend passes over in a blur.
**********************The day before Jenna's birthday
I wake up, lazy as usual and pull on some dark blue jeggings and a pink knit baggy sweater from Banana republic. I go over with my daily routine- washing face, applying chubby stick, moisturizer, doing hair, packing bag etc.
I hurry out of the door, shouting bye to my parents, placing my purple schoolbag in the basket of my bike, and a bike over to school. It's a chilly day, so I reach school with my nose red and freezing cold. I couldn't spot any of my girlfriends or the boys on the way to my locker. My relationship with the boys had become really close, and so now I had seven best friends. I know- that's a lot of best friends, but I couldn't pick. I just couldn't. I was extra tired today on account of sleeping late with a movie. It's not my fault that movies have to be so freaking good, and hard to leave. I look at the time on my phone as I take my earphones out- it's 8:39. Perfect- 9 minutes late. I quickly shove my stuff into my locker- messy, and kick the door as my hands are full of my stuff for English and my bags, which I hang, and head into English. I hate having English first thing in the morning. Thanks God it's Friday tomorrow- I can sleep! All I hope is that we don't have much homework so that I can celebrate my birthday in peace, without having to worry about my stupid classes. I grab my usual seat next to Liam, Harry, Niall and Chloe, in the middle of Harry and Chloe. My teacher shoots me an annoying look as I open up my book to page 96. We're studying a book called Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. It's not that bad of a book, but I probably wouldn't have hated it as much if my teacher kept going, what is he trying to SHOW you in this? HOW is he doing this? HOW does this reflect on the people dadadadadadadada. So boring :( Harry whispers, "Why are you so late?", and I reply, "Slept late last night- tired. Plus I biked slow because of it, so yeah. I just hope she doesn't get mad at me or whatever. I really don't want another detention." He nods and gives a small smile. "Oh, and Louis told me not to tell you, but he's ecstatic that you're fifteen tomorrow", he grins, and watches me blush and give a snippet of a smile. Then, I'm pulled into the world of my annoying English teacher's voice speaking the words of Aldous Huxley. But I'm still kinda nervous about the fact that I'm gonna be Louis' girlfriend tomorrow. I'm happy, but nervous too. What if he doesn't like me and we break up, and all of us drift away even as friends? Because I really don't wanna lose Niall, harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam. I really really don't.

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