That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



7. School

It was finally the dreaded day; School. I would have to take Bear to a dog sitter so that he wouldn't tear up my apartment. I found that out the hard way.

I had received my schedule in the mail, and they had also said today was the day to get lost and be late to class. Only today, however. I paid the taxi driver, knowing I would have to get a car soon.

We pulled up to the school, and I stepped out of the taxi and walked into the office.

"Welcome, are you Amelia?" the secretary said.

"Yes." I replied, reading her nameplate. Mrs. Barnes.

"So you have your schedule on you, correct?" she questioned, taking a pen out of a mug of writing utensils.

"Yeah, here." I said, handing it to her. She signed it and gave it back.

"This is so the professors know that you are excused if late." she stated, neatly putting the pen back.

"Alright. Classes start at 8:45, right?" I asked, tucking the schedule into my bag.

"Yes, so you should start going, Miss Amelia! Have a good day! Good luck!" Mrs. Barnes said nicely, smiling and waving.

I started on my way to my first class; Language Arts with Mr. Gill. The class started and the professor introduced me to the class. He seemed alright, other than his sniffing problem. I swear he sniffed every sentence! My next class came fast, which was Dramatic Arts, which I knew would be my favorite class from the moment I stepped in the door. The professor was Ms. Sanchez. She was a Spanish beauty, and elegant in her acting. Next was Math, which wasn't my favorite. I wasn't terrible at it, but I didn't get it most of the time. That professor was Miss Lake, who was a younger lady, maybe in her late 20's or so. She was fine too, but Ms. Sanchez was by far my favorite.

"Hello!" a voice called, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hi." I replied, looking up to see who was talking to me. It was a girl, about my age or younger, with bouncy brown curls. Her eyes were giant brown saucers, and she looked delicate. She looked almost like a ballet dancer. I used to dance all of the time, but now I focus mostly on soccer, or football here. I did, although, still take it. My next class, in fact, was ballet. I was pretty sure I'd seen her around my other classes too.

"I'm Florence, but you can call me Flora. Most everyone does." she said, smiling sweetly. Her pink lipstick making her lips look very flamboyant.

"I'm Amelia, but you probably already knew that." I replied, smiling.

"Ah, yes. You've been in all of my classes so far. Now lets take a look at our schedule's, shall we?" Flora said, tapping my bag with her foot.

"Sure. My next class is dance." I said, reaching for the paper sticking out of my bag.

"Same here! I've done ballet forever. I love it!" Flora exclaimed. I knew it! She is probably a really good dancer.

"Me too. Just curious, what sports are available?" I was hopeful that there was football.

"Volleyball, tennis, football, water polo, and rugby. Any that you play? I play volleyball."

"I play soccer, or football I guess." I said, brushing my hand through my hair.

"Americans, they think they have to be different from all other countries. You're one of the nicest American's I've met, along with not being fat."

I laughed, and admitted "A lot of Americans do eat McDonalds, pizza and soda."

"Ha! I knew it! What do you think of us Brits?" she asked.

"We love your accents, we think that most of all you eat is tea and biscuits, and we always try to mimic your accents. Which is pretty hopeless if you ask me." I chuckled.

"Oh trust me, we try to mimic yours too." She replied laughing.

The bell trilled just then, so I began to pack up my stuff.

"Want to walk with me to dance?" Flora asked, picking up her stuff and tucking it into her blue Jack Wills bag.

"Sure! I was probably going to get lost anyways." I joked, picking up my Hollister Co. bag.

We got to class just in time, our instructor named Miss Mary, since she insisted on us calling he by her first name.

During my last class, which was World History, my phone vibrated. It was a text, but I ignored it and focused on my lessons and taking notes. Tons and tons and TONS  of notes. My professor for this class, Mr. Kendall, was strict, and definitely my least favorite.

At the end of class, I took out my phone to see who the text was from. Liam. My stomach fluttered, and I smiled slightly. I opened the text, which read:

From: Liam

Hey babe, I was wondering about dinner tonight? (:

I replied,

To: Liam

Yes! Where to this time? (:

"What are you smiling about, Amelia?" Flora said, flouncing my way.

"I'm having a dinner tonight with someone." I said mysteriously. I had already told her about Liam, in which she responded with her boyfriend Finn.

"Ooo, you mean dear Liam Payne?" she said, nudging me.

"Yeah I can't wait! Oh wait, when does the football tryouts start?" I asked.

"Now. But practice ends at like 4. Actually, I think it's tomorrow." Flora replied, stepping out of the way of a couple making out. She yelled out harshly, "Get a room!"

I laughed, and said, "Good bye!"

"See you tomorrow, Amy!" She replied, skipping off. What an energetic girl. I took a taxi to pick up Bear and made it home. I got a text back from Liam.

From: Liam

It's a surprise! I can pick you up.

So I told him yes. He told me to wear something nice, so it wasn't the park this time. I Skyped Elle, told her about my day, and she told me hers, and then it was time to go. The buzzer went off and I started my descent down the stairs. I was not going to go in that elevator, it was totally unsafe. I made it to the bottom and opened the door.

Liam smiled and said, "You look beautiful."

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