How To Survive [Niam]

Chapter Two

!*!*!Niall's P.O.V.!*!*!

“That was so not cool Haz.” I grumbled walking out of the change room after class.

“Yeah, whatever.” He shooed me away with his hand, “See you at lunch yeah?” He asked as we approached his maths class.

“Yeah, big oak tree in the front. Like always.”

“Just checking. Don’t want to go there expecting you to be there, just to find out you decided it was finally time to hang out with the ‘popular’ crowd.” He smirked.

“C’mon Haz. You know me better than that, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging around the barbies.” I laughed walking backwards, as he walked into his class.

I bumped into someone.

I spun around quickly.

“Watch where you’re going dor-” Steph, the ‘head plastic’, started, that was until, she saw it was me.

She then dropped her bitch attitude, and put on her fake ‘nice girl’ act.

“Oh Niall. I didn’t see you there. Sorry about bumping into you.” She twirled her hair between her fingers

“It’s not trouble, really Steph.” I said as I quickly tried to walk around her. I wish Harry was still with me, he knows how to handle her.

She stepped in front of me. Blocking my path.

“I just need-” She stepped in front of my path again.

“I need to get to-” And again.

“Class. I need to get to cla-” Again.

“What’s the rush Ni?” She asked popping her gum.

“Class. French. I need to go. So if you’d ex-” I tried.

“Ni. C’mon, come hang out with us.” She whined.

Did I mention she and her cronies ditch school, very often.

“Um, no thank you. I just need to get to class.” I tried stepping around her again. Only to fail. Again.

“You’re no fun Ni. Why do you want to go to class? I heard the teacher’s a bitch anyway.”

“Not that you’d know personally.” I mutter under my breath.

My french teacher, Ms. Kovacevich, only taught AP classes, she thought the lower classes weren’t “educated” enough. And she disliked teaching them, so they kept her as only an AP teacher. But overall, she was a great teacher.

And Steph only took essential, if needed applied.

“What?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Nothing.”

By this time, the bell had rung, and all the students have gone to their classes.

And unless one of those teachers that roam the halls during class time on their preps like vultures finding their prey, decides to come down this hallway and save me. I’m alone.

And having a teacher come by here, isn’t very likely.

Because yes, they do roam the halls, but this is the back hallway.

And the teachers assume that this place is always empty by the bell.

I got brought back into her talk by her calling my name and snapping her fingers in my face.

And no. I can’t just turn around and go the long way to my class, because of two reasons.

One: She has her plastic army surrounding me, so i can’t leave.