Dared To Love

Chapter 2

 Chapter 2

 “What do you guys want me to do?” I asked, squinting my eyes in suspicion. Harry got up and stepped over to my side of the table because he was sitting across from me. He grinned like a Cheshire cat and said, “We dare you to ask him out on a date.”

 I literally choked on my own spit. Kylie started to pat my hunched-over back to stop me from choking and looking like a weirdo in the middle of the cafeteria. I started to get stares from people who just got their food and were about to sit down. I casually swallowed to relieve myself and sat back down at our table where everyone was laughing at my choke fest.

 “Gee, thanks guys. Glad to know that my friends would help me out if I was to really choke.” I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes. The group stopped laughing and settled down. “Seriously though. We dare you to ask him out.” Louis said with a serious face. (something that was rarely seen)

 I gave him a look as if to say ‘are you kidding me?’ “Really guys? Really? Do you want me to kiss him while I’m at it?” I asked mockingly. “That would be something to see.” Louis chortled. I shot a glare at the brown haired boy wearing a striped shirt and he quieted down, afraid of my famous glares. I then looked around the table to see if they were really going to make me go through with it. Seeing that they were, I gave them all a suppliant look.

 “Ugh. Do I have to?” I whined like a child annoyingly. “A dare is a dare, hun.” Zayn spoke up, almost looking sympathetic. I rolled my eyes and slumped down in my seat to think it over. Who wouldn’t be sympathetic? I mean, me, asking him out. Theoretically, in the chaotic, unconventional world known as high school that would be illegal. It just doesn’t happen. In the real world, me asking him out would be like finding a diamond the size of a pizza. It doesn’t happen.

 But then again, wouldn’t I be doing him a favor? If I went out on one date with him, that would boost his status even just a little at school. I glanced over at the boy who was still engrossed in his book, clutching it as if it was his life source. He seemed so cute and innocent, like a baby red panda. (pic on the sideà) His blue eyes had a slight glow to them through his black Ray-Ban specs while his forehead was creased and his eyebrows knitted together to show how absorbed he was in his book. The way his blonde but brown streaked hair swooped down imperfectly made him look perfect.

 Wait what? Did I just call him… perfect?

 I was losing it. Liam coughed almost inaudibly to shake me out of the biosphere of thoughts that I had somehow been transported to. They looked at me, expecting an answer. “Well?” Harry urged. I looked at Niall once more. I’m doing him a favor, right? It’s like helping a charity. I stood up using the back of my knees to push the chair back. “I hate all of you.” I hissed before I started to walk over to the Irish boy. “You know you love us Porsche!” Kylie called after.

 I was trying my hardest to sustain the urge of flipping the bird at our group and with great luck, I managed to control myself. “I’m helping charity, all for charity.” I started to mutter repeatedly under my breath as my heels clacked along the tiles of the cafeteria floor. I could feel all eyes on me as I strode along, nearing the boy. Honestly, I didn’t care. I didn’t care that they looked at me and started to whisper and gossip as to why I walking towards Niall.

 When I reached the bench that Niall was sitting on, I could have sworn I heard someone gasp. At this point, I really wanted to back down and bolt back to the table that I was previously sitting at but I couldn’t. Something inside of me just really wanted to help him, like it was some sort of obligation.

 I was willing to help him and there he was, less than a metre away from me, still unaware of my presence.  I sighed loudly, but still, nothing. I sighed even more heavily and finally….nothing. Zero, zilch, zip. I plopped down next to the blonde on the bench and tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Finally, he closed his book and set it down beside him. He turned to his left and looked to see who I was. “Umm.. hi?” He greeted hesitantly. “Hey there! You’re Niall, right? The new exchange student?” I asked cheerily, as if I didn’t know who he was.

 “Y-Yeah. Why are you asking?” He asked, hardly making eye contact. “Oh you know, trying to make you feel welcome and such. I’m Porscha Johnson, but you can call me Porsche. I’m in your Music class.” I informed him, still not removing the smile on my face. Everyone was looking at us, watching our every action and listening to every word. “Oh umm.. okay. Thanks Porscha. I’ll see you in Music then.” He said hurriedly, getting up from the bench, trying to get away from me.

“Wait!” I hollered. He stopped walking and spun around slowly. By this point, everyone was dead silent, even the lunch ladies who always seemed to be chatting to one another. He walked back over to the bench and sat down. “L-look, I’m sorry I tried to run away. It’s just…” Niall dawdled off.  “Just.. what?” I pushed on.

 “Just that, you’re you and I’m… well, me. Why are you talking to me?” He asked cautiously. “Niall, you need to gain more confidence, hun. I’m actually here to ask you out on a date.” I blurted, not realizing what I said until Niall looked at me with pink cheeks. Shi---atsu.. I mentally ‘cursed’. I just asked Niall Horan out on a date.

“Y-you are?” He asked, cheeks tinted and eyes wide. “Yeah, totally.” I said, trying to gain composure and looking like my usual confident self. “Are you interested? Cuz, if you aren’t, I could absolutely just go back to my table and that would be just fine too.” I said, trying to convince him out of the idea. “I’d love to go out with you.” He stated, finally looking me in the eyes. “Greaaat.” I elongated the word. “Hold on a sec.”

I stood up and sauntered over to a boy closest to the bench to borrow a pen. “Y-you can keep it, Porscha, uhh, M-miss Johnson.” He stumbled. “Mark, it’s cool. Porscha is fine.”I beamed at him and ambled away to Niall. I grabbed Niall’s wrist to write my number down so he could text me. “W-what’re you d-doing?” Niall stammered. “Writing my number down, duh.” I said. “Oh.” Niall said, surprised that I would give him my number.

 “Can I have yours?” I asked. “My what?” He asked. “Your number…” I said, slowly. “Oh! Right, sorry I just didn’t think that you would…” “Want your number?” I finished off his sentence. “Yeah, that.” He smiled, revealing his clear, white braces. For some reason, he actually made braces look somewhat… attractive. He slowly took my wrist and positioned his left hand to write his number. His strokes were gentle, almost careful, like he was trying not to hurt my wrist.

 It was the first time that a guy was ever sensitive in that way towards me. It was a foreign feeling to me but it felt good. The way he held my wrist in the palm of his hand sent warm sensation through my arm. Almost like…sparks. But, it couldn’t be possible. I was purely imagining it. Yup. Imagination.

 He finished off the number with a small ‘N’ to remind me it was his. He smiled at me as he gave me Mark’s pen back and let my hand go. The warm sensation then drifted away like a leaf falling from a tree.  Wait, what? Porsche, it’s your head playing with you. I told myself. I couldn’t like him….that way.

“Thanks Niall. I’ll text you the details, okay?” I confirmed with him as I started to trot away. “Yup sure.” He smiled his immaculate smile at me once again and proceeded to take his book out again. I quickly gave Mark his pen back and rushed back over to our group. Everyone was still staring but I had enough. “Don’t you people have food to eat?!” I shouted at the quiet crowd that started to chatter again and diverted their attention from me to the people at their tables.

“Porsche, honestly, I praise you for having the balls to do that.” Louis commented as I sat down. “Shut up, I’m not talking to you ever again. That goes for all of you…Well, except Kylie maybe.” I gestured to the brunette beside me. “What? Why?!” They all debated against my statement as if they were innocent. I put my right hand up in front of me to stop them from talking. I simply zipped my lips and walked back to my locker suddenly losing my appetite.

I have a date with the school nerd. Yaayy….

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