My Girlfriend's Boyfriend

Life as the most popular girl in school can be great fun - but also at the same time, the most irritating and heartbreaking thing you can ever imagine. Meet Alex, who despite her beauty, football player boyfriend, girls hating her out of pure jealousy, and guys swooning at her feet, tries to stay as down to earth as possible. She's the school's princess - having every single male around her drooling and wanting her to be their own. She's the definition of perfection; beauty, intelligence, hot boyfriend, and a lovley best friend. But one thing people don't know about her, is that she is insanely in love with her best friend's boyfriend.


1. Skipping Classes

Chapter One

22th September 2010



"I hate this school," I mumbled to myself as I opened my locker. I was just about to throw my English book into the locker when a white envelope fell right out and landed on the floor. I quickly threw my book into the locker, before bending down and grabbing the envelope. It was quite small, with my name scribbled messily on the front. I was very careful when opening the envelope, trying my best to not damage its contents. Once the envelope was opened, I threw it into the nearby bin and unfolded the sheet of paper which was inside.


Hey babe, Meet me in the car park at 2.50. I know you hate Biology so I'm going to save you from that monster of a teacher. Love you - Lou x


I smiled as I folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into my pocket. I grabbed my books for my next class - which happened to be Math - closed my locker, and hurried into class.

The Math class didn't last as long as I thought it would. My teacher would constantly pick on me for not paying attention and for talking to the person beside me. To be honest, I couldn't care less. It wasn't as if I was going to become a Math teacher when I finished school. I wanted to be a Photographer, and as far as I was concerned, I didn't need to get straight A's in my Math exams. When would I even use Algebra? What's the point of desperately trying to learn something you're never going to use? I don't see a reason for doing so.

Once the class was over, I quickly shoved my books into my bag, threw it over my shoulder and walked out of the classroom. I was really getting sick of the crowded corridors, so as fast as I could, I walked to the car park, where my boyfriend of a year was already waiting.

"Hi Lou," I smiled, giving him a peck on the lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Let's get out of here before we get caught," he replied, opening his car door for me. I gladly got in and put on my seat belt, while Louis got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, once we had left the school car park and were speeding down the road.

"How about my place? Mum and Mark are at work and the girls are in school."

"Sounds good to me," I nodded.

Ten minutes later, Louis parked the car in front of his house and we both got out. Once Lou had found his keys and opened the door we both got in and headed to the kitchen.

"Want anything to drink, babe?" he asked.

"No thanks," I replied.

We sat in a comfortable silence until his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and answered it, smiling. "Hey Haz," he spoke into the receiver. "Yeah, Al and I decided to skip Biology... Alright... Yeah, she is... Okay, bye."

I raised my eyebrow, watching as my boyfriend ended the call.

"That was Harry. He's wondering where we went," he shrugged.

I nodded my head, smiling.

"Come on," he said, taking my hand and leading me into the living room. He sat down on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap, so that I was sitting down with my legs on either side of him and my hands on his shoulders while his were holding me firmly by the waist.

"Yes?" I asked, smirking.

"Come here," he replied, pulling me closer and placing his lips on mine. I happily kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were something I was addicted to and just wasn't able to get enough of.

We kissed for another while - occasionally I would kiss down his neck or he would kiss mine. Once we had pulled away, we smiled at each other and cuddled while we watched TV.

I couldn't help but allow my mind to wander to what Harry and Vanessa were doing. They were both very close friends of mine, and even though I had a loving boyfriend, I couldn't help but to be jealous of Nessa. I knew that she adored Harry, but what hurt the most, was that he loved her back with just as much passion.

I was trying hard to convince myself that Harry was just a small crush, and that my feelings for him would go away just as fast as they came. But the more I tried, the more I knew it wasn't just a crush.

Ever since first grade, Harry, Nessa and I were best friends. We did everything together, from having sleep overs to playing House. Our friendship was something very precious to all of us and when Louis came along, our bonds grew even stronger. When I first found out that Harry was crushing on Nessa, I was broken. I tried to talk him out of it, telling him that friendships are far more important that relationships but he didn't seem to listen.

Once they became official, all I had left was Louis. While Harry and Nessa were out on dates, Louis and I would hang out at each other's houses or local coffee shops. We grew closer and closer until we clicked, and decided to become a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

From then on, Louis and I were a couple and spent every second of the day with each other. I would always be smiling around him and would feel so in-love. But then Harry and Nessa would come along, and watching them being all lovey-dovey would make me go back to being my bitter, jealous self.

Nessa was my best friend, and I truly was happy for her and Harry, but that one thing at the back of my mind wanted me to keep them as far away as possible from each other. I just couldn't stand them acting all couple-y around me - it was something I couldn't handle, and tried as hard as I could to avoid.

When the movie Louis and I were watching finished, he dropped me home and gave me a long goodbye kiss, before driving off. The light's inside the living room were on, so I had assumed that my parents were there.

"I'm back," I smiled, walking inside.

My mum was sitting on the arm chair, her feet pulled underneath her as she held a cup of tea in her hand. My dad on the other hand, was sitting on the sofa, reading the paper, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the TV show my mum was watching.

"Where were you all day?" my mum asked, placing her cup of tea on the coffee table.

"With Louis," I replied. "We were watching a movie," I added, completely leaving out our heated make-out session.

"Oh... Well, Bethany is upstairs, waiting for you. She wanted you to help her with something, but wouldn't tell me what," my mum sighed.

I nodded my head before skipping up the stairs and into Bethany's room. She was lying on her bed, her elbows supporting her head as she read her favourite, sport magazine. I didn't understand what she loved so much about sport. After all it was just something you would do to lose weight, why do it professionally?

"What's up, Beth?" I asked, plopping down onto the chair next to her desk.

"I have a problem," she bit her lip.

I raised my eyebrow, signalling for her to continue. "You know Jay?" she asked.

Jay was one of her classmates. He was fourteen and had short, brown hair and a floppy side fringe. He would've looked like a younger version of Louis, but then again Louis had blue eyes, while Jay had brown ones.

I nodded my head, smiling.

"Yeah, well... Um... He sort of asked me out on a date," she said, before a small smile took over her features. "And I agreed. But now I have a problem since I have no idea what to wear, and if I asked mum, she'd make me wear something horrible. I need your help."

I got up from my seat and walked towards her closet. Once I opened it, I was surprised to find shelves full of jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, snapback's and tonnes of Converse shoes - Not a single dress.

"Jesus Christ," I exclaimed. "Are you sure they didn't swap you in the hospital? My sister would never wear these!" I added, pulling out an over sized t-shirt. "No way will you go on your first date wearing any of that! We're going shopping tomorrow."

She groaned as she put away her magazine. "I really hate dressing up, you know?"

"Yes, I do. But you have to look gorgeous on your first date!"

"I hate you," she shook her head.

"I love you too, Beth," I smirked, pinching her cheeks.

Later that night, I was in my bedroom getting ready for bed when my phone began to ring. Being the clumsy person that I was, I tripped over my own feet when I was trying to get it.

"Hello," I answered happily.

"Hey Al," Nessa replied. "I was just wondering whether you'd like to hang out tomorrow?"

"I can't... I'm taking Beth shopping. She's going on her first date and all her clothes are like... disgusting," I shook my head.

"Okay, how about the day after tomorrow?"

"Sounds good to me," I smiled.

"Oh, and one more thing," she said. "Where did you go during Biology today?"

"Louis and I skipped it."

"You should really pay more attention to Biology, you know," she spoke.

"When will I ever need it? It's not like I'm going to be surgeon," I protested.


"I'd rather spend time on the subjects I will actually need, and not some bullshit."

"You should really consider making at least some effort. I know you're pretty good when it comes to other classes, but you're absolute shit in Biology."

"I might consider it when I will need it. For now, see you tomorrow," I sighed.


Without another word I hung up and threw my phone across my bed. I really wasn't in the mood for Nessa babbling on and on about how much I will need the knowledge of dissecting animals when I will be a Photographer. To me, it didn't make any sense at all.

I went to bed that night, thinking about how Goody-Goody Nessa was. I knew that if her parents weren't so strict on her education she would've been totally different, but they raised her like this, and there was no turning back.

For her.

Not me.




If anyone were to see me now, they'd laugh so hard. I was wearing my favourite cow-onesie, my hair was a mess, my makeup smudged, and to top it off, I was surrounded by books of all kinds. I was planning on getting an A+ in my Geography test, therefore I had spent the entire evening reading about Bays and Headlands, Blowholes, and Cliffs.

To be honest, I had to agree with Alex - there was no point in studying all this useless information.

My bedroom door made an odd sound, so I whipped my head around to see my mum, Ally, entering the room. She held a white, River Island bag in her right hand and her eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement.

"Hi honey," she beamed, shutting the door behind her and walking towards my bed. "Look what I got you when I went shopping today. Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, taking a bright, pink dress out of the bag. The thought of wearing something like it made me cringe. The dress was absolutely disgraceful, but my mum seemed to love it.

"It's so pretty," I faked a smile as I reached out my hand to finger the soft, pink material.

"When I saw it in the shop, I just thought of how breathtaking you would look in it."

I nodded my head, feeling even more distaste towards the dress.

"Make sure you don't fold it - hang it up in your closet," she told me.

Once again I nodded my head in agreement, taking the dress and walking towards my closet.

"Mum," I called, when I noticed my mum getting closer to the door.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Would you mind if I stayed over at Alex's on Friday?" I asked.

"Of course you can."

I smiled in accomplishment and fist-pumped the air once she left the room. I wasn't planning on going anywhere near Alex's house that night. My plan was to go to Harry's party, get drunk, and maybe forget everything that bothered me.

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