It took about a week for my body to heal. Well, by my standards heal. I couldn't take anymore pity and sitting around doing nothing while famous pop stars waited on me hand and foot. I also couldn't take sitting down watching Liam and Danielle kiss and giggle in front of me any longer. I needed something to distract me. Ms. Payne never asked me if I wanted to go home, nor did she ever bring up my mother needing to know about my injuries. I was thankful, but it also put me on edge. Why wasn't she pressuring me into telling my mom? Did she know something? If she did, she was an amazing actress. Throughout the week though, I got really close to Louis and Niall. Harry and Zayn were always either doing something with others, or having girls over. Liam, well, you know what Liam was doing. Sometimes I would catch Liam looking annoyed with Danielle. Every time I watched him roll his eyes, my heart jumped a little. I don't see why it matters so much to me. I told him I didn't want to! be friends anymore. This is us not being friends. Even if we were friends though, it still shouldn't matter. I hadn't seen Carter. I assumed he was pissed at me because he got my jobs since I had been on 'sick' leave. Mrs. Shay saw us talking so she told him that she assumed we were friends, therefore he shouldn't have an issue with taking up my jobs. When he told me this, I laughed in his face, which is probably why he isn't speaking to me. I guess today will be the day to ask him. I had borrowed
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