A Separate Peace (Narry Storan)

Chapter 2

Sorry it took me like a billion years to post this.. i suck i know i'm sorryy! I just figued that no one commented on the last chapter saying they liked it so I thought no one would care.. :/ Ok ignore this blah blah blah---

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Narry✌

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We started across the fields heading towards the dining hall for dinner.

"Nice jump." Niall said, "once i pushed you into doing it."

"You didn't push me into doing anything." I scoffed.

"Yeah I did. But that's what i'm here for. You have a tendency to back out of things otherwise."

"I have never backed out of anything in my life!" I snapped a little more aggressive than necessary. Even though I didn't want to admit it, i knew he was right. He looked at me knowingly. "Whatever. We'd better hurry or we'll be late for dinner." 

He notice my sudden change of subject but didn't say anything which I thought was strange. He always had a comeback. We walked in silence which is rare with Niall. He always has to be talking about something. Apparently my suspicions had been right because his right foot flashed into the middle of my fast walk and I was flung forward onto the grass with a blonde Irish boy sitting on my back.

"Get those hundred and fifty pounds off of me!" I shouted.

Niall got up, patted my curls and moved on across the field again. Not prepared for my counterattack I sprang at him but he has a strange ability to feel in the air that someone was coming from behind him so he easily side-stepped aside. We didn't completely avoid it because I managed to kick him as i shot past. There was a brief wrestling match on the turf which he won. 

"Better hurry." he said, "wouldn't want Mr. Goodie-two-shoes getting in trouble now would we?" 

We were walking again, this time faster with Zayn, Liam, and Louis urging us from ahead to hurry up.  As we walked rapidly along I ignored a part of me telling me not to be late for dinner and threw my hip against his. Catching him my surprise, he was instantly down, definitely impressed. I jumped on top of him and pinned him sitting on top of him with my knees at both sides of his waist, hands at his wrists. He sighed with defeat and then he looked up at me. As I looked into his crystal blue eyes I suddenly got lost in them and then time seemed to stop. My mind seemed to loose control of my actions because I started leaning in. Before we could make contact we were rudely interrupted by the bell which signaled the beginning of lunch. 

I jumped off of him eyes wide in realization of what I was about to do. "Umm. W-we're late." I managed to stutter out. 

He gave me a cheeky grin and I helped him get up from the ground. We both awkwardly walked the rest of the way to dinner. We snuck in to dinner unnoticed, or so we thought. 

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Once back at the room that Niall and I shared we were confronted by one of the Devon Masters, Mr. Holms. He only enforced the rules he knew, being late for dinner as one of them.

"We had been swimming in the river." Niall explained, "there had been a wrestling match and then.." he rambled on explaining why we were late in deep detail. This is what usually happens when we are put into these situations, well when Niall drags me into these situations. I always let him do all the talking because this is one of his specialties. After he is done explaining what we had done he rambles on about random things. It was noticeable that Mr. Holms was rapidly loosing grip on his sternness.

"If you hadn't missed nine meals in the last two weeks..." he broke in.

But Niall pressed his advantage. Not because he wanted to get out of trouble, which I knew we would, but because he saw that Mr. Holms was pleased, won over in spite of himself.

"The real reason sir, was that we just had to jump out of that tree. You know that tree...." he began again. I knew, Mr. Holms must have known, Niall knew, if he stopped to think, that jumping out of the tree was even a bigger punishment then being late to a meal. "Well we had to do that, naturally because we're all getting ready for the war. What if they lowered the drafting age to be seventeen? Harry and I are going to seventeen at the end of this summer so anything is possible. Louis Tomlinson is already seventeen, and correct me if i'm wrong but he will be draftable by the end of this year.." 

Everything he said was true and sincere; Niall always said what he was thinking which helped at times like this but other times it got him into problems.

Mr.Holms released his breath with a sort of amazed laugh and stared at Niall for a while. This is what usually happened, we do something wrong and Niall manages to get us out of trouble. This didn't only happen to us. Being one of the younger class at Devon, we could be looked at as a sign of life that the war was being fought to preserve with our careless and wild attitude. Which was the opposite for the seniors, going into the war and all, were snapped at the heels. We reminded them that them of what peace was like, of lives not bounded up with destruction. War.

After Mr.Holms left Niall began to get dressed reaching for whatever piece of clothes were the closest, some were mine. He then suddenly stopped and went over to his dresser lifting out a pink tank top.

I lifted my eyebrows, "You're not wearing that are you?"

"This," he answered with some pride, "is going to be my emblem. My mum sent it up last week. Have you ever seen anyone with a color like this on around campus?"

"Of course no one would wear pink at an all boys boarding school! You know how judgemental people are around here. It'll make you look.. gay." 

"Will it?" he replied pulling the top over his head. "I wonder what would happen if everyone thought I was gay."

"You're nuts" I replied hesitantly. 

"Well, if anyone asks, you can tell them that i'm wearing this as an emblem." he span around to let me admire the shirt. 

He did wear it. No one in the entire school would do such a thing without some risk of being criticized. He was confronted by one of the sternest masters at Devon, old Mr. Walters. He came up to us after history class and was asked about the shirt. I watched his amused face as Niall politely explained the meaning of it.

It was hypnotism. I was beginning to see that Niall could get away with anything. I couldn't help but become a little jealous of this gift of his. Well, of what I assumed to be jealousy but there's no harm in that, right?