On The Run With One Direction

Carter's not a good girl, but she's not a bad girl either. She's not afraid to take risks, but she knows when to tone it down. The same can't be said for Miranda, Carter's best friend. Miranda and Carter both want to escape the southern armpit of the town they were born and raised in, but unlike Carter, who just wants to sneak out and never look back, Miranda wants to go out with a bang. When skipping the first day of senior year turns into an unexpected shoplifting spree, and Carter and Miranda run into the One Direction boys, everything turns wild and crazy. There's one thing Carter knows for sure: her last year in this town will be one to remember.


1. One

The sunshine warmed my face and my eyes fluttered open. The alarm clock lay beside me on the nightstand, softly ringing- I didn't like it too loud. I found the strength in me- though I was extremely tired- to roll over and see what time it was. 
I read the numbers through sleepy eyes, but then they widened and my body jolted awake. Ten minutes to get ready AND be at school? This was impossible. 
I jumped out of bed, threw on the outfit I had laid out the night before- a pretty lace, loose top, jeweled sandals to show off my pedicure, and dark skinny jeans. I brushed out my long, dark blonde hair, put a barrette in to pull back my bangs, put on some eyeliner, brushed my teeth, and then I was ready to go- first day of senior year, here I come.
It was a little hard to believe that I had one more year of school until I was out of this dump. I swear, the second after I graduated and received my diploma, I'd scream "adios, bitches" and run out there for all I was worth, then hop a plane somewhere far, far away- maybe to a foreign country. 
It wasn't that I hated this town-well actually, I did. I absolutely detested it. Peaches, Georgia, is a southern town right near the ocean, where gossip flys faster than a hummingbird flying from flower to flower. You know those snotty towns where all the girls look like beauty queens and everyone knows everyone else's "dirt"? In a nutshell, thats exactly what Peaches is. The horrible name probably speaks for itself, though. 
It's impossible not to be noticed here. It seems here like I'm the only girl that doesn't like being the center of attention. But even though practically everyone knows my name, I'm still like the least popular girl in school. Since I'm not a cheerleader nor do I participate in beauty pageants, guys don't notice me.
I don't really care, though. None of the guys interest me anyway. When you've known all of them for all your life, I guess that's what happens. Don't get me wrong, they're cute, but they're all old news. 
My dad says that everyone comes out of Peaches expecting to do big things and never look back, but it's like a magnet or something- everyone always returns to start a family and live the life they've known forever. That thought makes me want to gag. 
It's the hatred of this southern armpit of a place that brought me and my best friend Miranda together. We're the only ones at Peaches high- with a frightening student body count of 287- that just don't belong. Miranda likes to joke that we were plucked out of our true parent's arms and shoved into this life of wishing that we were anywhere else. 
With her dark "scene" hair, heavy eyeliner, and devotion to Black Veil Brides, Miranda might seem a bit intimidating, but trust me, she's totally not. She just looks that way so people know not to fuck with her. Sure, she does look like a fish out of water in this place, but her whole "who gives a shit" attitude is what really draws me to her. That's why she's my best friend.
With a true southern name like Carter, I should belong here, but I don't. I'm pretty enough to fit in if I tried, but I don't want to. It all seems so superficial to me. I'm the girl who has her headphones in her ears and a nose in her book, the girl who everyone knows but never talks to. And I'm fine with that. I just hate where I'm living and the constant pressure to be what everyone wants me to be. 
On my dresser, my phone beeped, signaling a text message. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was Miranda. She was my only friend- who else would be texting me? 
Bitch, get in the car. I'm outside. We're going to be late for school. Love ya, M
I couldn't help but smile. That was Miranda, all right. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs two by two to find my father flipping pancakes on the stove.
"Goodbye, Daddy, I'm off to school," I chirped, kissing him on the cheek. I'm really close to my dad- after my mom died it was just us two on our own, and surprisingly that really brought us closer together instead of pulling us apart. He's a middle school teacher in the town over, because he hates the school system here. The only reason we still live here is because this is the house in which my mom has lived all my life. He wants to remember her and keep a piece of her in his heart, I guess. To be honest, so do I. But that doesn't stop me from wishing we could move.
"No pancakes?" he asked, sounding hurt. I shook my head, feeling a little guilty. I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and flashed him an apologetic smile.
"Dad, it's 7:12, school starts in three minutes." 
"Okay," he sighed. "Well, have fun. Don't forget money for lunch."
"I've got it," I told him. "Thanks! Love you!" I blew a kiss before walking out the door. 
Outside our split-level beach house, Miranda was waiting in her beat-up, blue Ford pickup truck. While most high school kids around here drove BMWs, Miranda was stuck with this beauty, a hand-me-down from her grandma Betsy. Miranda's family didn't have a lot of money, unlike practically everyone else, so that's one reason I hung out with her, because at least she was down-to-earth and didn't expect to get everything she wanted. 
"Please tell me that you're as miserable as I am," Miranda wailed as I opened the door and plopped into the seat. As usual, her truck smelled like cigarettes and beer from her brother Jason, who shared this truck with her. 
I shrugged and glanced over at her. She had her makeup done in the thick "cat-eye" look, and she sported new snakebite piercings and a bandana tied in an edgy bow around her head. "It doesn't smell that bad."
"Not the car, stupid." She smacked me on the arm as she turned out of my neighborhood. This was the "poor" part of town, not apartments or anything, but the houses obviously weren't huge mansions that the "popular" kids lived in. I kicked her foot in response, and she growled under her breath. I giggled and stared straight ahead. "I mean, the fact that summer's over and we have to go back to this hell hole. I'd rather slam my tongue in a car door." She turned another sharp left and stuck her middle finger up at a mom in an expensive minivan who honked at her for almost ramming into her car. 
"Well, you certainly seem enthusiastic," I mumbled, rummaging through Miranda's CD collection in her glove department. Finding nothing but emo post-hardcore music, I sighed and turned on the radio. Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" started blasting from the stereo.
"Oh hell no!" Miranda screamed as I burst out laughing. I reached over to change the station but she beat me to it, smacking my 'hand away. She turned it to the screamo station- the station that practically no one listened to here but her. On the radio, the guitar was blasting and some guy was screaming loudly like he was being murdered. 
"Hell yes," she yelled, pumping up her fist in the air. I rolled my eyes and quickly changed the station before she could do anything. 
"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the door.."
I smiled deviously as she groaned and banged her head against the steering wheel. "Oh, god, no," she groaned, looking absolutely disgusted. "Not this. Anything but this." 
"Don't need makeup, to cover up, being the way that you are is enough.." I sang, making sure to get up in her face just to annoy her. 
She took one hand and placed it on my face like a a facepalm, then pushed me out of her way. By the time we got to school, we were both laughing like crazy as the last lines of One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful" blasted on her old-school truck stereo. We pulled into a senior parking spot, knowing we finally could, and we didn't stop laughing until several minutes after we parked. We saw a few people looking at us strangely, including a blonde bimbo applying mascara in her glossy red BMW, but we didn't care as usual. 
"You know, if it was anyone else I would have killed them," Miranda admitted, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "But since you're my best friend..."
"Aww, I feel so touched," I joked, placing a hand over my heart. 
Just then we heard the bell ring from inside of the school. Peaches High was literally the smallest school I'd ever seen. It was even smaller than some elementary schools. But that's a small town school for you. 
"Shit, was that the late bell?" I gasped, reaching for my phone. I growled in frustration when I saw the time. 7:25. We were exactly ten minutes late. I wasn't a nerd or anything, but it really bugged me when I was late- it was just part of my personality I guess. 
"Yup," Miranda replied, starting up the car casually. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and stared at her, dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?" I asked, even though I had a strong feeling that I knew.

"I think you mean what are we doing," Miranda corrected me with a devious smile on her face. She pulled out of our parking spot, keeping her eyes on the road, even though I knew she was dying to look at the expression on my face.

"Oh God. We're actually cutting class?" I nervously twirled my hair, a habit I did when I was nervous.

It wasn't that I wanted to go to school. It wasn't like I cared. For all I knew, those preppy bitches and jocks were having a party right now just because the two freaky outcasts of the school were gone. But even though I really, really wanted to cut, I knew I couldn't. I mean, I didn't want to disappoint my dad. He still thought that I was that sweet little girl I was before I met Miranda. Miranda likes to joke that she turned me into a monster. After all my dad's been through... he just wants the best for me. I couldn't stand to see the disappointed look on his face. It didn't happen very often,  but when it did, it wasn't pretty. "I don't think this is a good idea." 

"Trust me, honey," Miranda says with a scoff. "It's our last year of high school. People do stuff like this all the time. Do you really think they're going to bust us, let alone care?" She rolled down the windows and ran her fingers through her "scene" styled hair. I didn't know what to say. Maybe she was right. This was why I loved Miranda- her whole "fuck it, we're young" attitude really brought this whole thing into perspective. Usually she did whatever the fuck she wanted, but now she was bringing out the reckless in me, too. "Okay, whatever," I relented, throwing my hands up in the air. "So where are we headed?" I asked, sneaking a glance in her direction. "Where else?" Miranda laughed, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "The mall," we said together, and we turned out of the school parking lot for all we were worth, ready to rock.

A/N: Gonna make this short...

so this is my new story, I hope you guys like it. Remember to like, comment, and favorite. I'll be updating about once or twice a week, hopefully. Three times if you're lucky ;) I'm still writing my adoption fanfiction, but I'm getting kind of bored with it...Okay now. Bye-bye!!! ^_^



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