I sprung of the bed, and ran to the bathroom to curl my hair. Today is Monday. Though I hate school, I'm excited for today. Why you ask? Well there's just one particular boy that's been on my mind since Friday night: Harry Styles
I curl my last piece of hair, and zip out of the bathroom pulling the plug of the iron on my way. Dashing down the stairs, I grabbed my backpack i had set on the counter the night before, and an apple in a bowl at the center of the table. I wished my mom and dad farewell as they each are busy doing their own thing, but they stopped to look at me suspiciously.
"Jaci, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Nope!" I smiled slamming the door behind me.
I started to walk before stepping on my pant leg, and ripping it down the side. Horridly, I look up to see if anyone was looking then looked down to realize it was my pajama pant leg I had ripped- I was still in my pajamas!
Luckily Ellie was not here yet, so I had time to grab the clothes I had picked out. My mother smiled at me as I wished her goodbye once again to meet Ellie, who had arrived as I was changing.
When I got to school, I ran to the main lobby to see if Harry was talking to any friends before school started. Dissapointed, I dragged myself to first period to await a long day by myself. As soon as i got there i realized: just because he wasn't there this morning, doesn't mean he isn't going to be here later today.
A few classes went by until it got to fourth hour. I bit the tip of my pencil glancing at the clock, then back at my phone, then back at the clock. The time was the same on both devices and was going slower than a car in rush hour traffic. As soon as that bell rang I was out of there to rush home and redo some of my makeup that had worn off: I wanted to look good for him at the end of the day when I had my one and only class with him.
When seventh hour came by I was practically jumping up and down in my seat. I can't remember how many times the teacher had to quiet us down. Everyone was talking to one another because Math Is one of the most boring classes known to man. Though i'm good at it, I still think it's a waste of time. besides the basic add, subtract, multiply, and divide, I never use any of this square root stuff. Interrupting my conversation with myself, the bell rang, and i threw myself out the door,
When i got in there, I was disappointed to find that harry was not in class- yet. His seventh period class could have been on the other side of the school for all I know. When the bell rang, that's when my hopes went out the window. The teacher called me down to the front to practice again and I stood at the front of the room feeling embarassed because I was singing by myself today.
My head immediately turned to the sound of the door opening. My face lit up but the flame burned out for Harry was not at the door. What was I getting my hopes up for anyway?
Love is stupid, Love is unrefined. It has no meaning and I can just die alone. Love gets me so excited for nothing.
"Okay class." The teacher said "I have some news regarding the solo."
My head turned as he had my full attention. I hope this solo isn't about dropping me.
"As you all know, Harry had tried out for The X Factor. To his prevail, he has made it into the competition!" he stated cheerfully. his tone went down as did my heart when he followed those words up with "Because of this, Harry will not be joining us for the end of the year concert."
"Good news." The teacher said turning to me "You will still get extra credit, but were dropping the solo."
I ooked to my feet waiting for a tear to fall but none did.
He couldn't have just moved like that. What if that party I went to was a goodbye party? He didn't invite me because he never actually liked me. but did he end up liking me in the end? It doesn't matter. He's gone now and there's nothing I can do. This feeling inside makes me think,
I was so close.