Take Me Home

Brett Pennington wasn't a fan of Valentine's day. Every year it reminded her of her parents longing for a boy. To make things worse, her birthday was on Valentine's day. When she met One Direction, all that changed.


1. Sadie Hawkins

It was that time of year again. The Sadie Hawkins dance was making it's annual round at my high school. And, like every year, it was the talk of the school. I don't quite understand why. Maybe it's because there's a certain thrill in knowing that the girls are going to ask the guys to the dance, but maybe it's the confusion we all have on who's actually going to pay for the event. Or maybe, and the worst reason of all, it was the thought of having a Sadie Hawkins dance that is really a Valentine's day dance, even when the dance isn't on Valentine's day.

The school was making a huge production about the events leading up to the dance, and we're no where near the time of the dance. We're in the middle of January, and the dance is next month. I don't see any reason why anyone would waste their time planning an event a month away. The school committee is making it clear that this dance is not a formal, but more of a casual get together. I somewhat respect the school for that decision. I'm very entertained by the fact that the school is investing in a black light to use at the dance instead of normal incandescent lights.

I, of course, wasn't planning on going to the dance at all. As if any guy would say yes if I asked them. It's a wonder why I'm not in a serious relationship right now. Secondly, it doesn't even sound like fun to go to. Thirdly, I have no idea where my student ID is to let me into the dance. I can say whatever I'd like about how I don't like any of the guys at my school, and how they don't meet my standards, but everyone knows that it's because I 'm the girl with the boys name. And I have my parents to blame for that.

Before I was born, my ultrasound said that I'd be a boy. My parents were ecstatic and quickly chose a name for me. Shortly after I was born, I turned out to be a girl, to my parents despair. They hadn't planned for a girl, and hadn't prepared a name for me. In turn, they named me with the name that they would've named their little boy. Brett Dylan Pennington. Gotta love my parents.

I shoved my snowboarding jacket into my locker. It was always ridiculously cold in Minnesota, and my snowboarding jacket was the warmest thing I owned to fend myself from the subzero temperatures.

"Brett!" I looked up at the voice that called my name. My friends Madi and Abby flounced up to me with their normal energy. It was so nice being friend with twins; it always had you staying on your toes. They were fraternal, Madi with curly brown hair, Abby with silky blonde locks.

"Hey Mads, Abs," I said, nodding in their direction.

"So...?" Abby said, as if I'd missed something largely important.

"What?" I asked, deeply confused, and slightly panicked. Was it their birthday? Impossible; that was in April.

"The Sadie Hawkins dance is coming up," Madi said, excitedly. I groaned.

"I'd like to walk one day in school without hearing about the Sadie Hawkins dance," I said, exasperated.

"First, you need to tell us who you're going to ask," Abby said.

"It's only fair," Madi said. "You already know who we're asking."

"That's a whole month from now," I said, irritated. "You two are asking your boyfriends, and even if you didn't have them, anyone who you asked would say yes."

"You haven't answered our question," Abby said. "You're driveling and trying to avoid the question."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are!" Madi said. "Who are you going to ask? Tell us and we'll leave you alone!"

"No one!" I exclaimed. "I'm not asking anyone, because I'm not going to the dance!" I was pretty ticked now. I wasn't sure why anyone was obsessed with the dance at all.

"That's not an answer," Madi pouted.

"Goodbye," I said, storming off in the other direction. I admit that that was pretty childish on my part, but I was pretty annoyed by the topic of our conversation.

I was still fuming over my conversation with the twins when I crashed into my friend Zac.

"Who there Freckles," he chuckled, bringing me into him. "Put out the fire." I narrowed my eyes at him, remembering when I used to have the biggest crush on him. His freckles were very adorable and framed him impish grin. He called me Freckles because when I first met him, right after he introduced himself, I stared at him and said, "You have freckles" as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Sorry Smalls," I muttered, accepting his arm around me.

"Do you want to tell me what's got you so worked up?" he asked, seriously. He sounded so serious, it almost sounded mocking.

"I would love to go take a coffee run before I say anything," I said. He shrugged.

"Alright," he said. "I'm running low on caffeine. I'm buying."

"And driving," I said, jokingly, but hoping he would drive.

"Why not?" he said, grinning at me. Even though I didn't have the same crush on him, his grin still made my stomach flutter a bit. "Let's go."

"But I don't have my coat..." I said, trailing off. The twins were probably still by my locker. Zac shucked his Letterman's jacket and handed it to me.

"I've got a sweatshirt on," he said before I could protest. I knew it was a big deal just letting me touch it. His Letterman's jacket was his pride and joy. I put it on, and Zac chuckled at me. "You're swimming in that thing." I pouted at him, acting as if I was offended. "It's cute." I grinned at him and followed him to his car.

We got to the gas station (I've always enjoyed gas station coffee over any chain coffee shop) I climbed out of his car and we walked into the station together.

"Now will you tell me why you're so riled up?" Zac asked, pushing the button for his cappuccino.

"The Sadie Hawkins dance," I said, pushing the button for my cappuccino.

"Don't assault the cappuccino machine," Zac joked. I giggled.

"Sorry," I said. "It's just, I don't see why people are making such a big deal about it." I licked my knuckle where my cappuccino splattered onto it.

"Excuse me,"  a low voice said behind us. "Did you just say a 'Sadie Hawkins dance?'" I turned and stared at the boy that was standing behind us.

"Yes," Zac swiftly stepped into the conversation, throwing me a look.

"I would've killed to have gone to one," the boy said, almost wistfully.

"It's worse than it sounds," I said. "You're not missing out."

"I'm assuming you've been to one?" the boy said, looking at me. He was cute, I noticed with surprise.

"Well, no," I stammered. "It hasn't appealed to me."

"You mean a pretty girl like you isn't intrigued by a dance to show off her beauty?" the boy said, throwing me even farther off guard.

"Brett, we have to get back to school," Zac interrupted. I cringed at my name. Why did my parents have to curse me with a boys name? The times when cute boys talks to me, all my chances are gone when they learn my name.

"Your name is Brett?" the boy asked, surprised. I nodded gingerly. "Cool name." He actually sounded sincere saying it. It took everything for my jaw not to drop in surprise with his sincerity.

"Brett," Zac said, urgently. I shot Zac an annoyed look.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" I asked.

"Liam," the boy said, shaking my hand, seemingly surprised.

"Like Liam Payne," I joked. I hit my head with my palm. "Sorry," I apologized. "I forgot that guys weren't into the whole One Direction fan-girl thing." But Liam just stared at me quizzically. Great. Now even the cute boy who doesn't know me thinks I'm weird.

"Brett, I payed for our coffee, we have to go," Zac said, urgently. "School starts in ten."

"Hold on," I said, exasperated. I pulled out my emergency Sharpie (don't judge me) and seized Liam's arm. I wrote my number on the inside of his arm before looking at it satisfied. "Text me," I said, proud of my work. Liam looked amused by my insanity as I turned to follow Zac.

I knew he wasn't going to text me. Why would he text the insane girl from the gas station? I blew a kiss at him from Zac's windshield just for good measure.

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