Annoyed At First Sight

07: Ed Sheeran Is A Cool Guy

Gif: Lily Collins as Amanda Dales

Dedication to wendyCV13 for the vote on the last chapter! :)

Almost the same note as the previous chapter, sorry if the French words are translated wrongly; I used a translator.

Please correct me if I'm wrong. :) x

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"Come on, we'll be late," Nate said, honking his car horn as I rushed and got into his car. "Ashton and the guys are starting soon and we still have to pick up Michelle."

"Okay," I said, fastening the seat belt. "I hope Michelle's ready. You know how long she usually gets ready."

"I know right," he mumbled as he drove to Michelle's house.

It's been 10 minutes since we arrived at Michelle's house, but she hasn't come out yet, so we decided to come into her house.

Nate rang the bell and her mom opened the door.

"Hello, Maria," I greeted her. She does not like it when I call her Mrs Hayes because-

"Nate, darling, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Mrs Hayes?" she scolded Nate in her Mexican accent. "First of all, I am not married to her father anymore and second I do not want to sound old. Please call me Maria."

"Right, sorry Maria. Sometimes I forget," he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

"So, where is Michelle?" I asked when Nate and I sat down on the couch. "We're picking her up to watch my brother's band's performance."

"Oh, yes, Michelle told me," she said. "Wait, let me call her. That girl is always slow and late."

Shaking her head, Maria proceeded to go to Michelle's room and I heard some Spanish words exchanged between Maria and Michelle.

"What are they talking about?" Nate said with confusion written all over his face.

"How would I know?" I shrugged. Actually I do know, but I like to make him confused. I'm such a great friend.

"You take Spanish!" he said and I shrugged once again before he rolled his eyes.

"Aren't your mom's ancestors from Spain?" I questioned. His mom looks Hispanic and Nate also kind of looks Hispanic.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I can speak Spanish," he said, raising his hands in the air.

"You should've taken Spanish instead of French, doofus," I said, shaking my head jokingly. "Embrace your Hispanicity."

"What the fudge? Is Hispanicity even a word?" Nate exclaimed. "I prefer studying French than Spanish because I like me some French girls."

He then received an eye roll from me. "Tu es bizarre [You are weird.]"

"Mais tu m'aimes [But you love me,]" he said, grinning.

"Michelle, you are so slow," I heard someone said in a Mexican accent. The voice must be Maria's. "Hurry up!"

Soon, Michelle appeared into her living room with a sheepish smile.

She was wearing a black crop top with a matching cardigan and a matching black skirt that falls onto her mid thigh. Her bouncy brown curled hair fell onto her shoulders. Natural make-up caked her face- it doesn't look too caked like a clown.