mixed || n.h

2

"oh my gosh i'm so sorry," november awkwardly climbed off of the mystery boy, helping him up afterwards.

"no, its okay. i should've watched where i was going," he dusted off his clothes. he obviously wasn't from LA with an accent like that.

"i'm niall. niall horan. i just moved here from ireland a couple days ago."

"i'm november rivera and i've lived here all of my life," she tried her best to lighten up.

"well, november, i don't have any classes today, so do you want to go to lunch with me? my treat."

november thought about niall's offer, and shook her head, "no, i really shouldn't.."

"oh. uh, okay, i guess. want me to walk you to wherever you're going?"

"i'm just going to my dorm. it's fine, i can get there myself."

"i insist. i'll even carry your books for you," niall smiled, grabbing her books and walking away.

"uh, niall, my dorm is that way," november giggled.

"right. i knew that."

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"thanks for carrying my books for me," november smiled, unlocking her dorm door.

"it was my pleasure.. november, was it? like the month?"

november smiled, looking down, "like the month."

"well, november, it was my pleasure carrying your books all the way across campus," niall handed her back her books. "now i know you said no to going to lunch but, do you want to? go to lunch, i mean. we could go to that café outside of campus. i have a car, by the way, and i'm a really good driver."

november laughed, setting her books on her desk.

"i would love to."

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once they got to the café, november was already paranoid. as soon as they sat down, she spotted the boys who teased her from her art class.

"i should go," november stood up, grabbing her things.

"what? why? we just got here-"

"i need to leave. please, niall. before-"

"well well if it isn't the little cry baby."

november's breath hitched in her throat.

"thanks for getting us detention for two weeks. it's not our fault you can't stand up for yourself," the boy snickered.

"leave her alone, jace. what the fuck is your problem?" niall stepped in front of november.

"my problem? what's your problem? hanging out with a nigger like her-"

before she knew it, jace was on the floor, being beaten up by niall, and november was in the corner of the café crying.