The New It Girl *ON HOLD*

Ashley is a low-key heiress. Justin's a famous celebrity. They meet at his concert and every thing is just a story from there.
***This story is on hold and under going major editing. I'm trying to pick up the writing again, I promise!***


28. Blue eyes

And now I can't see out of my right eye. I take out my other contact. Where did I put them? I stop and look in the mirror. Oh how I hate my eyes. Their no longer a deep green but a bright blue. Too bright. Thank god for colored contacts. I slam a drawer shut then open another one. Where did I put them? Justin is here for three days starting Tommrow, he insists on coming to the school with me. Luckily in two weeks I'll be back in L.A. " What's with all the slammin'?" Serrina says poking her head through the door way. I look at her. " Whoa what's wrong with your eyes?" She asks. I roll my terribly bright eyes. She walks away laughing. They have to be here somewhere, but where? I sit back on my heels, biting my nail. I can't remember. Well know he'll know my eyes aren't really green. Wonder how he's going to react. Maybe he just won't care. Maybe he won't notice. I'll only be blue eyed till I have time to tear this place apart looking for them. Which I can't do because it's the middle of the night. " Why are you being extremely loud?" Emily says rubbing her eyes. " Some people like to sleep!" Molly exclaims squinting. " Where's my contacts?" I demand. " Anna was cleaning in here ask her." Emily says. I jump up, run down the hall, and throw Anna's door open. I flip on the light switch. She's laying on the ground still asleep, wrapped up in blankets. " Wheres my contacts?" I ask shaking her awake. " Gone, threw em' away." she replies warily. " Why!?" " The box was empty." she says looking at her bed , " Why am I on the ground?" " Idontknow!" I say before storming out the door.
It's lunch and he hasnt noticed, I'm torn wether this a good thing or a bad thing. Its like fifty-fifty here. " So all they do here is dance?" Justin asks popping a fry in his mouth. " Most of them, if they haven't graduated yet, they have academic school too." I say looking down. " What about the other ones?" He asks. " I dunno." I say. How can he eat those? " How do not love fries?" He asks. I shrug. Their greasy and fatty, how do you like them? " Their just fried potatoes, their not that big of a deal." I say. " Okay, are you going to tell me why you never mentioned having blue eyes?" He asks casually. Really I don't think I will but I can't resist! " I hate them." I say looking down at the table. " Their gorgeous just like you, there's no reason not to like them." He replies taking my hand. I look him in the eyes, he smiles, I smile back. " I still think why you hate french fries is invalid though." He admits. I roll my eyes with new confidence. " Their not French though!" I argue. " If they weren't French why would they be called French fries?" He shoots back. " American soldiers dubbed them as Frech fries because they had them in France!" I disagree. He has no words. Own! I win! " Get used to it, I'm always right." I say with cockiness. " Yeah I know." He says. We laugh. " I love you." He says kidding my hand. " I love you too but I'm kinda mad at you." I say." But I'm thankful you gave me Bieber fever." I finish.He smiles. We lean across the table and kiss. " Ashley, we have a problem!" Someone says panting. We pull away. " Caroline's train ripped, she stepped on it before a turn!" He says dramatically. Billy could possibly be the most dramatic boy here. " Okay calm down, we had to cut it anyways." I say. " The shows Tommrow night! We have to fix it now!" He says turning around and running back to the building. " Ha Ha sorry have to go!" I say standing up. " See you later." He says. I kiss him goodbye and speed walk to Billy who's waiting at the door. " Took ya' long enough." He says.

" It doesnt look bad." I say looking at the dress. " We can just get rid of them." I say," It's all Velcro anyways." " But that affects the dance." Blake says. " Your zombie brides anyways just rip them like making them in shreds. I'll have a fan to make them look creepy." " Brillant!" Maddie says taking a pair of siccors and shredding her train. A Halloween thyme recital wasnt a shock with my grandmother she loves holidays. Any type, even the tree one. She gave us a Disney song for our peice, i dont know how but somehow it looks okay. She gave Anna a " Frighting" price by Beethoven, Thriller for Emily, This Is Halloween for Molly, and some Skelton song for Sirrena. I'm glad I don't have to be there to watch the madness. Justin said something that we have to do and I wasn't protesting. I'll give anything not to watch this production. And plus it's my day off.
Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...