"Morning, Aurora!" Aiden greeted me by my locker.
I showed him a weak smile, "Hello."
He frowned, "Bad morning?"
"Bad life." I replied.
He sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "It'll get better. Look at the bright side; we're graduating in 9 months."
"Yeah, the bright side just got darkened. My parents just decided I'm far too achieved to go to the college of my choosing. Harvard is more their liking."
"But we planned to go to the same college since we were four! You can't leave me!" Aiden dropped to his knees and grasped my legs.
I patted his spiky head, "There, there, my friend. No worries."
He stood up, "Easy for you to say."
I would've replied to that if it weren't for the usual screaming from the end of the hallway. That's right; Nick Jonas had just entered the school. Flashing his phosphorescent smile at everyone who said hello to him, he walked down the hall with such pride and dignity. No one dared to step into his 'personal bubble' of followers. Surrounding Nick was the 4 R's. Ricky, Rocky, Rain, Ron. Nick's best friends and teammates. And they all had girlfriends. The 4 H's. Hannah. Hailey. Hayden. Hazel.
That was 'The Crowd'. The Crowd that everyone wanted to part of.
It was so high school that it made me sick.
"C'mon, let's go to Journalism." Aiden said to me, taking my arm and dragging me.
My spirit lifted. Journalism was my class. I had a solid A in that class. I was so passionate about this class, that my Award-winning novel would sit closed on my desk and not in my face. Nothing could ruin that class for me.
"Well, Mr. Jonas. Late again I see." Mrs. Breton, my Journalism teacher, said to Nick, who was standing in the doorway.
Oh yeah, except the fact that Nick Jonas was in it.
"Sorry, I had things to do. But, honestly Mrs. Breton, I wanted to make it on time. I have such enthusiasm for this class!" Nick replied.
Girls giggled and guys smirked. Mrs. Breton's expression stayed the same, "As hard as that is to believe, I do believe it. Please, Nicholas, find a seat."
Nick's eyes roamed around the room, searching for an empty seat. Unfortunately, the only empty one was the desk next to mine.
hah, the four R's and the four H's, they sound like a lovely group of people (sarcasm) :]
so how old is nick in this, like what grade?
dontworrybehippie2 2 years ago
hahaha. they're both 18.
JaimarKair 2 years ago