Niall and Nicki (Niall Fanfiction)

Ch. 9

I leave the room and get in the elevator. I rapidly pressed the "2" button. I get to the second floor, I quickly glanced at the clock, thirty seconds and my class is on the other side of the floor. I sprinted across the hall and got in with five seconds to spare. Right as I sat down, I yelled, 

        "THANK YOU, TRACK!" I took track for two years. My arms were in the air. My history teacher, Mrs. Hernandez, turned around right as I put my arms down.

        "Who said that?" She asked sternly. Everyone turned and stared at me. Mrs. Hernandez looked directly in my eyes,

           "Well, well,well. I guess it was Miss Campton? Finally! I finally catch you! Detention. Breaking the first rule in my class. Today, after school." She seemed very pleasant. I am a trouble maker, but she never catches me. 

            "But, Mrs. Hernandez," I objected, "don't we live in America?"

            "Yes?"

            "What is our country known as? Or what do we call ourselves?"

            "U.S. or U.S.A or American citizens." The class laughed.

       "No,we are a free country, and the Constitution states that we have the freedom of speech. Therefore, I am not breaking any rules."

             " The amendment does not state that you can yell." And as always, I have a counter-attack.

             "Oh, but Mrs. Hernandez. Yelling is a type pf speech. You can't necessarily set boundaries for us  not to yell and we certainally do not need to raise our hands to speak. What's the whole point of restraining us to not speak if we have the freedom to say what we want, when we want, and where?"

            "I can send you to the office, ya know?" She said in the matter-of-factly tone.

            "I know." I wasn't scared.

            "Then, i suggest you stop talking, Miss Campton." She was about to turn around when I bravely stated,

             "Also, the Constitution does NOT state that we cannot talk in class unless educator says too." I could tell I was getting on her last nerve. A vein, pulsing against her temple, her face getting as red as a cherry, she was going to blow.

             "MISS CAMPTON! GO TO THE OFFICE!!!" She yelled, "RIGHT NOW!!!"

             "Look who just broke their own rule!" I stood up, grabbed my bag, and exited the classroom. That felt really good. I was staring at the ground, so I didn't see where i was going and bumped into somebody. I looked up and saw Ashton.

             "Oh, hey. I was going to apologize, but nevermind."

             "Did you just leave the devil's class or did 'it' kick you out?" We both hate Mrs. Hernandez, so we call her names.

            "I was being a smart-ass. That's all."

            "So, yes, she did kick you out?" I started to stutter.

            "Well, whatever!"  I stormed off. I heard him chuckle. I ignored him and continued walking away.

       "DIVA!" I stopped in my tracks. I slowly turned around and saw him laughing like there's no tomorrow. I walked up to him and whispered,

             "You are so lucky you're my best friend." I turned around and started my way back to the office. I got in there and saw two guys yelling at each other while Mrs. Bernard (the assistant principal) was listening and watching. Now, I'm pretty good at reading lips, but she talks to fast. She nodded her head and dismissed one of them. I watched him exit the room. My jaw dropped. Niall? He saw me and smiled, but that smile only lasted half a second. He had bruises all along his arm and he had an ice pack on his eye. 

              "Niall! What on the flipping earth happened to you?!"