We Meet Again
Chapter 1
"Sarah, I'm beat!" I threw down my apron in the break room. "If one of those girls give me attitude one more time, I'm gonna show them attitude. I'm a Bradford bitch."
"Really?" Sarah said, laughing. "I'm beat, Bradford bitch? What happened to proper, it's time for tea Celeste?"
"You've taught me well, girl."
"And as a reward..." Sarah pulled out the concert tickets that made me squeal. I pulled out the backstage passes. "Justin Timberlake!" We were going to see him in 3 hours, and I was so excited.
"C, we need to get home and get ready. I'm about to be so sexy for Justin!"
"He doesn't want you! Well, he won't when he sees me!" We giggled.
"Sarah, let me take care of one more person. I'm kind of in the mood to go off on one of those girls." I tied my apron back on and walked over to the cash register.
"Welcome to Star-" I looked at the boy in front of me, his golden eyes still as mesmerizing as before. "Well, Zayn, long time, no see. Or talk. Or email, Skype, text, or...anything. Now that you're famous, you forgot about little old me?"
"I don't know you." Zayn furrowed his eyebrows.
My eyes shone with tears. "You really don't remember me?"
"No."
"Celeste Woods."
Zayn gasped. "Leste! Oh my gosh how have you been?! Wow I'm so sorry about not contacting you. I mean, I was so busy with X-Factor and you don't even look like the Leste I left behind that's why I didn't recognize you. Damn, you look good."
"Well, it's what two years does to you, Z."
"Who's Zed?" Sarah came out. "C, let's go, we need to get-OMG Zayn Malik?!" She squealed and jumped up and down, then calmed down a bit. Thank God the private school girls just left. "I'm sorry, it's just that I love One Direction."
"It's cool." Zayn said like it happened all the time, then I remembered: it did.
"C, do you know him?" Then, Sarah started laughing out of nowhere. "Bradford bitch and Bradford bad boi!"
"Sarah, you're at work! Shut up!"
"Does it look like anybody in here gives a fuck that I cussed?"
"Well, no, but just shut up. You need to be careful."
"Even in America, you're the same old Leste." Zayn laughed.
"Well, what would you expect?" I said, then looked at my watch. "I have to go, Zayn. Justin Timberlake is waiting."
"You and your Justins. I remember your crazy obsession over Justin Bieber." He shook his head.
Zayn gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Call me, Leste." He gave me his number. "This time, I'll pick up."
"Really?" Sarah said, laughing. "I'm beat, Bradford bitch? What happened to proper, it's time for tea Celeste?"
"You've taught me well, girl."
"And as a reward..." Sarah pulled out the concert tickets that made me squeal. I pulled out the backstage passes. "Justin Timberlake!" We were going to see him in 3 hours, and I was so excited.
"C, we need to get home and get ready. I'm about to be so sexy for Justin!"
"He doesn't want you! Well, he won't when he sees me!" We giggled.
"Sarah, let me take care of one more person. I'm kind of in the mood to go off on one of those girls." I tied my apron back on and walked over to the cash register.
"Welcome to Star-" I looked at the boy in front of me, his golden eyes still as mesmerizing as before. "Well, Zayn, long time, no see. Or talk. Or email, Skype, text, or...anything. Now that you're famous, you forgot about little old me?"
"I don't know you." Zayn furrowed his eyebrows.
My eyes shone with tears. "You really don't remember me?"
"No."
"Celeste Woods."
Zayn gasped. "Leste! Oh my gosh how have you been?! Wow I'm so sorry about not contacting you. I mean, I was so busy with X-Factor and you don't even look like the Leste I left behind that's why I didn't recognize you. Damn, you look good."
"Well, it's what two years does to you, Z."
"Who's Zed?" Sarah came out. "C, let's go, we need to get-OMG Zayn Malik?!" She squealed and jumped up and down, then calmed down a bit. Thank God the private school girls just left. "I'm sorry, it's just that I love One Direction."
"It's cool." Zayn said like it happened all the time, then I remembered: it did.
"C, do you know him?" Then, Sarah started laughing out of nowhere. "Bradford bitch and Bradford bad boi!"
"Sarah, you're at work! Shut up!"
"Does it look like anybody in here gives a fuck that I cussed?"
"Well, no, but just shut up. You need to be careful."
"Even in America, you're the same old Leste." Zayn laughed.
"Well, what would you expect?" I said, then looked at my watch. "I have to go, Zayn. Justin Timberlake is waiting."
"You and your Justins. I remember your crazy obsession over Justin Bieber." He shook his head.
Zayn gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Call me, Leste." He gave me his number. "This time, I'll pick up."
5/7/13