Lonely Hearts Club
Teen Idle
She pushed her way through the crowd that had gathered round two sheets of paper which were meant to be shared between 300 students, never going to happen. You see Sophie-Mae Channing was usually a quiet soul, she just went about her day with her head down and most of the time you never heard a peep out of her, but she woke up on the wrong side of the bed that particular morning, and all these blonde, fake tanned bimbo’s getting all giddy when they found out their ‘bitches’ as they called them were in the same class as them. And of course, with all that excitement their legs became stuck to the ground blocking everyone else’s view who were yet to find their class number.
Sophie-Mae waited a few seconds after pushing to the front and rolled her eyes to see if the bimbo’s got the message, how the hell did they even get into this university? She thought. Daddy probably bribed them. Yeah that’s probably it. The group were obviously not the sharpest pencils in the box and were yet to realise they were annoying all other 296 students that were surrounding them. But yet no one said a word. Sophie-Mae Channing was on the war path. Good luck to the blonde bimbo’s. ‘’Excuse me, would you mind moving out of the way, so the rest of us could see our classroom numbers.’’ She decided to try the oh so polite route, not that she thought it would work. And she was right. ‘’Can’t you see we are having a moment here! Gosh so rude.’’ She muttered the last sentence to the other blonde next to her.
‘’Look, as you can see all 296 of us are so happy that you four are in the same class.’’ If they couldn’t sense the sarcasm in her voice there was something wrong with them. The crowd behind sniggered quietly watching the show that was being put on. ‘’But in case you haven’t noticed this before, you are not the only four people in this university so if you don’t mind, would you please move your fake ass boobs out of the way, have your moment somewhere else, preferably in the gutter, so we can all get this torture over with.’’
The four blondes were speechless and stood there scared out of their wits not even being able to move. The crowd bean to laugh even louder and a few people shouted over the top. ‘’I think you just got burned Barbie’s!’’ She just rolled her eyes at the comment. Oh they were all brave now someone else has actually said something. ‘’Did you not hear me the first time? Move!’’
The four girls scurried off down a corridor still with a frightened look on their streaky faces. Sophie-Mae didn't wait to hear what the crowd had to say, she was finally able to look at her classroom number and after she knew that she disappeared down the hallway and back into the shadows.
Harry
Who was that girl? He watched as she swayed her hips from side to side down the corridor before turning a corner and leaving Harry's sight. As she disappeared his mind was brought back out of his daydream and the shooting pain in Harry's head resumed. He had been out drinking last, no change there, and almost forgot about class this morning. Harry still doesn’t know why he was even here, he was a member of the biggest boy band in the world, but he just randomly decided to take a class here. Don’t know why, a force was just pulling him towards this building, and before he knew it he was sitting in a lecture hall surrounded my students typing furiously at their laptops or scribbling on their notepads. Whilst Harry just sat there twiddling with his thumbs.
Harry guess he thought it would help put him on the straight and narrow, but it wasn't helping at all. He was still heavily drinking every night, fucking a different girl every night. Harry's mum hadn't spoken to him in months, he used to talk to her everyday but she said until he sorts himself out she wants nothing to do with her own son. And the boys? Well…they try and pretend that everything is dandy, even though they know it’s not, but they're not great when it comes to talking about feelings. So long story short, Harry Styles is falling apart.
Sophie-Mae waited a few seconds after pushing to the front and rolled her eyes to see if the bimbo’s got the message, how the hell did they even get into this university? She thought. Daddy probably bribed them. Yeah that’s probably it. The group were obviously not the sharpest pencils in the box and were yet to realise they were annoying all other 296 students that were surrounding them. But yet no one said a word. Sophie-Mae Channing was on the war path. Good luck to the blonde bimbo’s. ‘’Excuse me, would you mind moving out of the way, so the rest of us could see our classroom numbers.’’ She decided to try the oh so polite route, not that she thought it would work. And she was right. ‘’Can’t you see we are having a moment here! Gosh so rude.’’ She muttered the last sentence to the other blonde next to her.
‘’Look, as you can see all 296 of us are so happy that you four are in the same class.’’ If they couldn’t sense the sarcasm in her voice there was something wrong with them. The crowd behind sniggered quietly watching the show that was being put on. ‘’But in case you haven’t noticed this before, you are not the only four people in this university so if you don’t mind, would you please move your fake ass boobs out of the way, have your moment somewhere else, preferably in the gutter, so we can all get this torture over with.’’
The four blondes were speechless and stood there scared out of their wits not even being able to move. The crowd bean to laugh even louder and a few people shouted over the top. ‘’I think you just got burned Barbie’s!’’ She just rolled her eyes at the comment. Oh they were all brave now someone else has actually said something. ‘’Did you not hear me the first time? Move!’’
The four girls scurried off down a corridor still with a frightened look on their streaky faces. Sophie-Mae didn't wait to hear what the crowd had to say, she was finally able to look at her classroom number and after she knew that she disappeared down the hallway and back into the shadows.
Harry
Who was that girl? He watched as she swayed her hips from side to side down the corridor before turning a corner and leaving Harry's sight. As she disappeared his mind was brought back out of his daydream and the shooting pain in Harry's head resumed. He had been out drinking last, no change there, and almost forgot about class this morning. Harry still doesn’t know why he was even here, he was a member of the biggest boy band in the world, but he just randomly decided to take a class here. Don’t know why, a force was just pulling him towards this building, and before he knew it he was sitting in a lecture hall surrounded my students typing furiously at their laptops or scribbling on their notepads. Whilst Harry just sat there twiddling with his thumbs.
Harry guess he thought it would help put him on the straight and narrow, but it wasn't helping at all. He was still heavily drinking every night, fucking a different girl every night. Harry's mum hadn't spoken to him in months, he used to talk to her everyday but she said until he sorts himself out she wants nothing to do with her own son. And the boys? Well…they try and pretend that everything is dandy, even though they know it’s not, but they're not great when it comes to talking about feelings. So long story short, Harry Styles is falling apart.
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