“What was the conversation about?” I asked.
I heard Sasha shuffle, “Umm…”
“Noah and Jackson were talking about a competition…” Sasha said hesitantly.
“And what was the competition about?” I folded my arm over my stomach, hoping I could take the response.
“The competition was… Whoever got laid with their date fir-”
I began the laugh, cutting Sasha off.
“Alexis! It’s not funny!” Sasha said with annoyance in her tone.
I quickly controlled my laughter, “Sasha, why are you calling me about this?”
“B-Because I really liked Jackson…”
I pressed my lips together, “Okay. Well, I’m sorry, I don’t really know what to say…”
“It’s fine Lexi,” Sasha said. Her voice was getting quieter and higher, she sounded like she was about to cry.
“Look, how about you come over to my place and we’ll make each other feel better,” I said, with a smile. Then my smile disappeared as I thought about… One Direction… IN MY HOUSE! Holy shit, I can’t take it back now. Agh, Sasha please say no!!!
“No, sorry Lexi,” Sasha said. I breathed out a sigh of relief, I then I decided to sound sad to make her feel like she was wanted.
“Aw, that’s too bad Sash…” I said, my voice trailing off.
“Yeah, but I can come over next week, on Friday?”
I punched my mattress, not doing much harm, “Yeah, sure.”
“Cool,” I could pretty much see Sasha smile again. “Okay, I’ve gotta get going. See ya Lexi.”
“Bye Sash,” I said. I pulled my iPhone away from my ear and I hung up.
What am I going to do?
Finally. I’ve finished talking to all the boys. None of them like Alexis.
I skipped down the hall way to the room where Louis and I were sleeping.
“Hey Lou,” I said with a cheerful smile.
I looked down at Louis who was lying down on his bed, on his phone. Probably on twitter or something.
“Uh, hey Harry,” Louis said, his eyes not moving away from the screen of his phone.
“You okay?” I said, looking worried. Usually he’s always happy and has a massive grin on his face. And when he is upset, he’ll always hide it. Something is wrong.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Louis said. Okay, something was definitely wrong. He’ll always give you eye contact to make it seem like he is totally fine.
“I can tell something is wrong,” I said. I took a step closer towards him.
“Harry, I said I’m fine!” Louis snapped, “Just leave me alone, isn’t is obvious I don’t want to talk to you right now?”