I'm Just A Teen

Summer is 17, and her parents ran away when she was 16. She's being bullied by a group of mean girls called The Perfs, and even though she found some special friends, they won't stop. They follow her home one day and beat her up. She's left on the streets to die. Will her new friends find her and help her, even though they got in a fight, or will she be left alone? XxBrileyNicole<3

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10. Saturday Night

*Saturday Night*

I woke up at 10:30 Saturday Morning. I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Afterwards I went and brushed my teeth again, then listened to music on my iPhone and danced around. I picked up my phone- 1:30! Maybe that's why I'm so hungry! I went downstairs and made a Nutella sandwich with a glass of tea.

I checked my phone again. 2:00. I watched TV for about 30 minutes then went upstairs to get ready. I curled my hair and pinned it back, brushed my teeth, applied my makeup, and looked in the mirror.

"Good so far..." I thought to myself. I went to my closet and changed into my dress, then checked my phone. 3:50! I'm supposed to be there at 4!

I walked to Liam's house, which was only about 2 blocks away from my house.

I knocked on the door. Silence for about 5 minutes. I knocked again. This time a boy with reddish hair opened the door and screamed, "SUMMER'S HERE!!!!!!"

He pulled me in and Liam came running down, followed by a curly haired boy, a dark haired boy, and finally, a blondie. My heart paused when I saw him.

"Hi Summer! Come on and sit down!" Liam said. He motioned to a couch in the middle of the very spacious room.

"Guys, sit down!" The boy who opened the door ordered. They all did, and I could feel the curly haired one and the blonde staring at me. I was looking down, and I could feel the heat crawling up my neck and cheeks.

"Summer, this is Louis." Liam said. I looked up. The reddish haired one was smiling (very big) and waving his hand. (again, very big) "This is Zayn. Liam pointed to the dark haired one. I noticed he had earrings. .

That's how I'll remember him," I thought to myself.

"This is Harry" Liam continued. The curly haired one was grinning. He had dimples and a mop of curls pushed back by a bandanna sort of thing. I liked his style, though. It was different, but kinda cute.

"And this," Liam paused dramatically, "Is Niall!" I looked up. Niall was staring at me with blue eyes. I could feel myself starting to blush again, so I tried to look down. I couldn't make myself. Finally, after a couple of seconds, Louis cleared his throat, which caused me to gain control again and in ducked my head. I turned my head slightly and looked at him gratefully. He nodded. I peeked up at Niall. He was staring at Louis. I sat up straight, lifted my head, and looked at Liam. He was looking at me with a confused expression. I looked at Harry. He looked kind of sad. I looked at Zayn. He was texting someone.

I realized it was quiet, and not the comfortable kind. It was awkward.

"Well, it was nice meeting you all!" I smiled warmly. Everyone looked back at me. Niall had stopped staring at Louis and was now paying attention to me again.

"Yeah. It was nice meeting you too. The girls are on their way, so when they get here you 4 can do what girls do." Zayn said, clearing the silence again.

"Well, I'm Hungry! Anybody else?" Liam asked. Nobody answered. "Cool. Be right back." He told all of us, and got up.

"When are they going to be here?" Louis asked Zayn.

"In about 30 minutes." He answered. Louis nodded.

"For God's sake Niall! Stop staring at her!" Harry exclaimed, looking at Niall.

"Huh? I wasn't staring! I was thinking!" Niall answered. He was Irish. And he had an adorable accent.

"You totally were! I mean, she's hot and everything, but don't stare!" Harry countered. I blushed again. Louis looked over at me and smiled. Zayn was on his phone again.

"Way to be straightforward there, Haz!" Niall exclaimed.

"What? I believe you never get anywhere by hiding what you think!" Harry answered.

"Summer! Come with me and we will go find Daddy!" Louis said loudly.

I smiled. "Ok. Wait, who's Daddy?" I asked.

"Liam. Louis always calls him that. Don't ask why, or he'll give you an hour long story about it." Niall stopped arguing with Harry long enough to answer my question.

"Oh. Thanks." I smiled, and he blushed.

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