Last First Kiss (Sequel to "This Kiss", COMPLETED!)

*You must read the first one to understand this*
When you go back to school in September (or in our case late August) and people ask you how your summer was. And they except you to tell them that it was great! You went to the beach, met a cute guy blablabla! Well that's partly true for me. Sure my parents died and I was forced to move to California to live with my grandmother. But that could happen to anyone. I nearly died in a surfing accident, met Louis Tomlinson (and fell even more in love with him), broke his heart, watched my friends fall in love with 2 of his friends, forced to have the annoying (but beautiful) Eleanor Calder live with me and drive me completely insane, and on top of all that my ex-boyfriend Jack shows up and kidnaps me. And yes I'm still in his custody. Will I get saved? Who knows? Just read it(:
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13. First Days Are Always The Worst Days




I laid my outfit down on my bed and scrutinized it for a moment. Jeans and a graphic tee with a white blazer to go on top. Suddenly, I heard my phone ring and I jumped towards it. The phone's screen was flashing OLIVIA in big bold letters. I sighed and answered the phone.

"Hey Lily," I said dejectedly into the phone. 

"You know, only my dad calls me that, right?" she replied, sassy. I smiled.

"I know."

"You don't sound like yourself, what's up?" she asked.

"I thought you were Louis...."



"He's still not answering your calls or your texts?" asked Olivia.

"Why would he? I sort of told him he wasted his time sitting by my side for two months."

"Yeah, that was kind of stupid of you."

"Thank you, Olivia," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm just trying to be honest here..." I sighed.

"So, what's up with you? Are you okay?"

"Oooh yeah. Brilliant. Except for the fact that this stupid wheelchair restricts me from doing anything. All I can do is sit. I mean, I love sitting, but this is beyond annoying." I laughed.

"Oh I figured."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I just knew the wheelchair would bother you. Especially since when you first got it you said, 'Oh I'm gonna love sitting around and doing nothing!'" 

"Okay, so that was my fault there. I jinxed it. So, what are ya up to?"

"I'm picking out an outfit for my first day of school here.... I'm starting in the middle of the semester. I begged Grandma to let me just be home-schooled or something, and she refused! I'm so nervous..."

"Why? You're so outgoing, you'll do great."

"I guess... I don't know... Has it snowed back home yet?" I asked.

"A couple of times, not enough to miss school though, unfortunately. Is Eleanor still at your house?"

"God, I miss snow... And yup, she is. I'm kind of glad she is though... I mean, with you and Elizabeth gone... I'm without friends. With her still here, I don't know... I have someone to talk to, you know?"

"Yeah, I got you. Hey, sorry sweetie, but I have to get going...." I nodded my head slowly, even though she couldn't see me.

"Oh yeah, sure, go," I said not fully genuine. The fact was, I didn't want her to go. I just wanted to be back in Virginia, still being a County Raider. Going into Junior year with all my friends. Olivia said her goodbyes and sent me her luck before she hung up. Right when she did, I opened up a new text. I hit send and sighed.



My phone beeped...again. For a girl who wanted me to leave her alone so badly, she wasn't making it easy. 


BIANCA: Hey, I just wanted to say that today's my first day of school. I'm so nervous... I don't really want to go, but you've met my Grandma, she just won't let me be home-schooled. She says that I have to go out and make friends instead of moping around the house. Can you believe her? ...Um... It's almost been a year since my parents passed away... I miss them a lot... I miss you a lot too... Can't we just be friends, Louis? Is that so hard? 


I sighed and rubbed my temples. Then, for the first time since she stomped on my heart, I texted her back.


Me: Yes, it's too hard. I can't. 


Because I still have feelings for you...  But I couldn't say that to her. Not after she fully admitted to not wanting to get back together. 

"Are you okay mate?" asked Niall, sitting in front of me of the moving car. We were heading to another interview. After Bianca woke up, I went back to England and caught up with the boys. I rejoined One Direction. 

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Bianca and you... Lou, you should go back to her," said Liam, looking earnest, concern in his big brown eyes. I turned away.

"Is that what I have to do? I'm always going back to her. I'm always either putting her in danger, or saving her. I keep going back, Liam. But she's made herself clear. She doesn't want me to come back, all right?" I snapped. Liam pulled away and turned over on his seat. 

"I get it, Louis. But maybe you need to keep pursuing her--"

"I completely disagree," interrupted Harry, "He shouldn't keep pursuing her. Right now, with him gone, she's pining away for him. She's starting to realize how much she really needs Louis in her life."

"Is that really a good way to make her realize that? By leaving her? It's almost the anniversary of her parent's death..."

"Which is why she'll need him more, Li, don't you get it? Girls realize that they need someone when they're at their lowest point. Obviously, almost dying, was not Bianca's lowest point. But being alive, mourning her parent's death, that might just be her lowest point. And Louis needs to wait till then."

"I don't agree," said Liam slowly.

"Of course you don't," said Harry turning away. The car suddenly stopped.

"We're here," the driver gruffly stated.

"Showtime boys," said Niall, his eyes bright from the excitement, the screams of adoring fans. I sighed and looked out.

I need to forget about Bianca.



My phone beeped after I had finished pulling my hair into a messy casual ponytail and I lunged for it. I quickly typed in my passcode and then looked at the text. It was from Louis! I read the text slowly. I must've read it ten times. It was almost engraved into my brain. Why is he making all this so difficult? 

"BIANCA! C'MON!" yelled my grandmother up the steps. I quickly shoved my phone into my backpack and hurried down the steps. 

"Are you ready?" asked Grandma.


"Well, we're leaving," she said, walking out the door. I followed after her, the air still smelled like sunshine, like when I first met Louis. Stop thinking about Louis. 

I slipped into the passenger side of the car, and about fifteen minutes later, the high school that I was going to loomed above the horizon. I think it looked like death. Loudoun County High School, was much better looking than this one.

"Have a nice day, sweetheart! I love you!" called Grandma as I slipped out of the car. Through the open window I said, "If you really loved me, you wouldn't be making me go here." She just blew a kiss, told me to step back, and drove away.

I could honestly say I was upset with her at that moment. I turned around and gulped quietly. There were students everywhere. They all seemed to revolve around the people most similar to them. People who wore all black. Kids who wanted to be superstars someday. Girls who looked like they just stepped out of a magazine. Jocks, with their letter man jackets. Where did I belong? 

I shifted my backpack's weight on my shoulder and walked forward, trying my hardest not to be seen. My feather earrings dangled from my earlobes, swinging back and forth, back and forth, with every step. I sort of shuffled my feet into the building and turned quickly into the main office. There was a girl my age snapping her gum and sitting behind a large desk.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice dripping with boredom. I nodded my head slowly.

"Um, I think so... I'm Bianca, I'm new."

"Great. Welcome to Hell," she said leaning back in her chair and gesturing to the space around her with her arms outstretched.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically before going on, "Can I talk to someone who may have my schedule or something? How old are you?" 

"A woman never reveals her age," winked the girl. She had dark hair and wore dark eyeliner around her stunning electric blue eyes. I figured they were contacts. She snapped her gum another time, while looking me up and down, before standing up. Her outfit consisted of fabric...and a lot of dangling jewelry.

"Bianca...Gray right?" she asked looking at a computer screen before meeting my eyes. I nodded.

"Yeah. Bianca Gray." She clicked a couple of times. My schedule got printed out and she handed it to me, her pale hands were covered in half gloves and her nails were painted a deep black. 

"Here ya go," she said. I took the paper from her and looked at it.

"Thank you," I said turning to go. She snapped her gum again.

"Wait," I turned around, "I've seen you before..."

"You have?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"Yeah... In some article I read online... Wait, aren't you the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction?" she asked. I paused, my stomach squeezing and wrenching at the name of Louis...  Then I nodded.


"That's sort of awesome," she said nodding her head. Wait, this girl is into One Direction? They didn't seem to be her cup of tea.

"Thanks...I guess..." I said, feeling my body tense up, the need to bolt out the door as she stepped out from behind the counter. She wore leather combat boots.

"The name's Maisy. I know, such a stupid name right?" she commented, rolling her electric blue eyes. 

"It's not stupid..." I said kind of quietly. For some reason, I was suddenly shy. And why did this girl suddenly want to be my friend. Because I dated Louis Tomlinson? She does realize that we weren't together anymore, right? And if she found that out...would she not want to be my friend anymore.

"Aww, that's sweet, thanks! Hey, so, I could walk you to your class if you want," she looked kind of hopeful. Not something I expected from someone like her. Yeah, she only liked me because I dated Louis Tomlinson.

"You know what? I think I can take it from here... But thanks Maisy," I said turning away. I walked quickly out of the main office and took forever to get to my first class. I opened the door. First was Physics. I walked in and then almost tripped over my own two feet. The class laughed. I stood up straight and felt my face flush red. 

"And you are?" asked the teacher, looking at his list.

"Um...Bianca...I'm new..." 

"Oh right. Please, take a seat in the back. I'm sure it took no trouble to find the classroom?" he asked. I smiled at him.

"Oh yeah. It was breeze." So easy that I took almost an hour to find the class. 

I walked forward and tripped over a tanned leg, at the end of her foot there was a bright red heel. Brave, I couldn't help thinking as I fell forward. I caught myself with my hands, hard. My newly healed bones shook and I was out of breath. 

"Whoops, sorry," said the girl, full of malice. I looked up into one the girls who looked like she stepped out of a magazine. She was dangling sunglasses on one finger as she smirked at me. Her long blonde hair falling past her shoulders. She wore a little red sundress that displayed her figure. And those legs! Her legs were a mile long. 

"What are you staring at?" she asked looking me up and down.

"I'm just getting a good look at my predator," I said quickly, getting up. Predator, Bianca? Really? She pursed her red lips and then turned her attention away from me. I rubbed my hands together and sat down in a desk in the back. Throughout the rest of the class, one of her clones kept whispering stuff to her. After a while she turned fully around and looked at me, her eyes full of anger and hatred.

Please no. Not the first day...

The bell rang and I jumped out of my seat, making sure I avoided the blonde barbie girl.

Throughout the rest of the day, people kept whispering stuff about me. Mostly it was the same thing. I was the bitch-whore who stole Louis away from Eleanor for his money. Someone came up to me and asked if I were a real prostitute. I just looked at them like they were crazy. Finally, it was the end of school. Grandma couldn't come and pick me up because she was going out with her girls or something like that... So I either had to take the bus, or walk. I figured I could walk. It was only a thirty minute walk, and it was nice out. I started in the direction of my house when someone blocked my way.

"So, you're name is Bianca, huh?" she asked. I looked up and it was the girl from this morning. 

"Oh... Um, yeah. Nice to meet you," I said, side stepping her. 

"My name is Belle," she said, stepping in front of me again. I nodded, my lips tightened in a line.

"Great. Now, I have to get going."

"Is it true that you dated Louis Tomlinson?" I looked over to see who was behind her. It was Maisy. Of course the one person I talk to would tell everyone about my love life. I looked back at Belle. 

"Um, I guess..."

"You guess? It's either true, or it's not."

"Okay, so it's true."

"Do you have his number? Because I don't believe you."

"Okay then, don't believe me. I really don't care," I pushed past her but she grabbed my arm.

"Listen Brenda--"


"--Louis Tomlinson would never EVER go for a scrawny malnourished girl like you, okay? He's mine."

"He doesn't even know you exist," I said yanking my arm out of her grip.

"I tweet him every day." I threw up my hands in defense.

"Oh my God! You DO?" I said. Then I stepped closer, "Hundreds of thousands of girls tweet him every day. You're just a number to him."

"Then what are you to him?" she asked her voice quiet but dripping with malice, her eyes glaring at me. I took a step back, looked down at the ground, and then back up at Belle.

"Nothing. I'm nothing to him," I said quietly. She put a hand on her hip and then looked me up and down.

"Sorry, boys, I guess I won't be needing you," she called over her shoulder. 

"Damn!" one of them yelled. My eyes widened, seeing how big they were. She was going to use them 

"Listen here, Bianca, I own this school, okay? Don't mess with me. And next time you move to a new school, don't lie and spread rumors about you dating some superstar, who is totally way out of your league, like Louis Tomlinson. Lying isn't very becoming of you... Well," she checked me out, "Nothing about you is really very becoming..."  She patted my head, as if I were a dog, and then turned and left.

"O...kay...." I said slowly. Suddenly, a car's horn filled my ears. I turned around as Eleanor rolled down the window.

"COME IN HERE NOW! We're going shopping!" she squealed. I sighed.

Worst first day ever. 







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