Till Forever Stops ~A Niall Horan Fanfiction~

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

It's silent, all you can hear is the sound of shoes squeaking against the hardwood flooring. The instructor, Gretchen Hall, is just watching them from afar in her little chair.

"STOP!" Gretchen booms, causing me to jump. I always have been jumpy, it's just what comes with the life of Scarlett. I locked eyes with Amy as she shot me a sympathetic smile from across the room.

Gretchen slowly stands up, and hobbles to the front of the room. Why is she walking like a penguin you might ask? Because she is pregnant, and she is the size of Russia. She really should be on maternity leave, but she wanted to stay and make sure that Amy and I could handle the class correctly. She always has been a control freak.

"Scarlett, did you see that?" she barked in my face.

"See what Gretchen?" I sighed. This happened every five minutes, it had become a routine.

"It's Ms. Hall to you. The class may call me Gretchen, but I am your boss, your superior you call me Ms Hall. Understood?"

"Yes Ms. Hall." I look down, at this point I have stopped trying to fight her and just let her think that she is the boss of me. I stole a look at Amy. She was staring at Gret- Ms. Hall intently, along with the rest of the class.

"One of your 'students' was out of place. What are you going to do about it?"

"I didn't see a mistake Ms." I look down again, not being able to meet her eyes. Have my shoes always been this dirty? I should probably wash them, what would my boyfriend think? Oh that's right, I don't have one.

The bitch with an itch, as I like to call her, let out a low growl. I call her The bitch with an itch because one day I walked into the locker rooms and she was roughly scratching her, well her crotch. She stomps, as best as she can being pregnant, over to Amy.

"Did YOU see anything? Because what is the point of even having instructors if they don't pay any fucking attention to their CLASSES! HUH? WHY ARE YOU HERE? YOU EXPECT ME TO LEAVE MY CLIENTS WITH YOU TWO IDIOTS WHO CAN'T EVEN TEACH A FUCKING BEGINNERS CLASS?!" she shouted, her arms flying everywhere, almost hitting a poor eight year old in the face.

Amy just watches her yell, and almost hit children, keeping her cool, something that I always admire her for. I can never keep my calm, if you start to yell at me, then I go ape shit. Once, she finished her rant, Amy calmly walked up to her.

"Gretchen, we will be fine. I'm sorry these kids aren't perfect, but that's ok because they are kids. You can't expect them to respond with hard work after you yell at them like they just killed the Pope." The Pope? What the hell are you talking about Amster? "They aren't perfect, and we aren't perfect. So you can't guarantee their work will be perfect, but I sure as hell can guarantee that you are over-fucking-reacting. I don't give a shit about how fucking famous your clients are, you do not, I repeat do not yell at me infront of MY class. How dare you think you are superior to me. This is MY class, and your clients will soon be MY clients so go have fun being fat or whatever it is you do on maternity leave, because WE now own your ASS. If you want US to treat your clients like they are royalty, and kiss their ass then stop fucking YELLING at us, so that we can do our FUCKING JOBS!"

I can't believe Amy just said that. I mean that is exactly what I have been thinking ever sense we were assigned to take Gretchens clients while she was away, but I can't believe she just said that to her face.

Silence filled the air, and Gretchens eyes never left Amys. It was a stare down that looked like it came from an old western movie. All I can do is just watch, with a smile playing on my lips. I have to bite my lips to hold in my laughter, but I lose control. And soon my obnoxiously loud laughter fills the room.

Gretchen takes one look at me, and storms out, slamming the door in the process. I collapse on the floor grabbing my side with tears in my eyes, and look up to Amy. As soon as I look at her she burst into hysterics also. If anyone came into the room at this time they would think that we were mental patients that escaped the hospital. Ok stop, your going to kill yourself Scarlett. Taking deep breathes I start to calm down. I look to my left to see Amy doing the same.

"God I love you Amster!" I yell opening my arms wide, waiting for impact. And within seconds I feel the weight of another person hitting against my body.

"Love you too, babe. Now let's go home."

~Authors Note:

Sorry that is sucks guys, again I'm new at this. Also sorry that it's short. Leave me comments if you want me to continue this or delete. Oh and One Direction should be coming up next chapter ;)