I Daire You [On-Hold]

Chapter 11: Karma bites you painfully in the buttocks.

Tadaa. Hey peeps. New chapter of IDY. x

This is a really long chapter. Be proud. I had to rewrite it all because Wattpad deleted my original chapter. D: 

But either way, I hope you enjoy it. It took me a while to put parts and bits together to make this one through. x 

As I said, and I'm not joking when I do, I will be deleting I Daire You if it doesn't work out.

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I will be starting to dedicate chapters to random commenters and fans x Thanks for the support so far guys x So this story is dedicated to Kelly97 for being an amazing supporter :) 

Picture of Clinton at the side >>

And the song Viva La Vida from the previous chapter >> 

---Schroll down to continue---

Chapter 11: Karma bites you painfully in the buttocks.

-Daire's POV-

"Are you okay now?" 

  I wearily looked up from where I was perched on top of one of the beanbags, scattered around the classroom. The 4 guys were now surrounding me, staring down like I was some sort of alien. It made me uncomfortable and awkward.

  "Yeah, I'm fine," I told the blonde guy, who handed me a plastic cup of water. I gratefully took it, happy to get rid of the disgusting feel of blood that curved agaisnt my taste buds. 

  Once I gulped down the refreshing liquid, the blonde guy took the cup away from me and I watched as he headed towards the dustbin to throw it away.

  "Why?" 

  I turned to look at the Dace guy and was taken aback by his expression. At least the rest of them looked at least slightly concerned at my series of coughing; but Dace looked .. Well, furious.

  "Why what?" I asked, frowning in confusion.

  "Why the hell would you sing when you knew you were sick?" He snapped.

  I inwardly snorted.

  'Sick' was an understatement.

  "I don't know," I murmured, "Besides, why would you care?" I glowered at his harsh tone.

  "I don't," He scowled, not at all lightening his rough voice, "I just don't want me and the guys to be accused of having a dead person in our hands."

  I openly winced at his choice of the 'D' word, and that made his expression soften.

  "It's just a little flu," I lied flatly, "No big."

  And just when they were about to believe me, lying came biting me straight in the butt.

  Or more like, karma for lying in the form of a blonde guy, who cried out from where he was at the bin.

  "What the.. Why the hell is there blood on this cup?"

  Oh. Great. 

-Clinton's POV-

 I let out a bored sigh as I blindly read through useless information about biological molecules and food tests. Darn in. All because I aced all my tests didn't mean I actually liked studying. Shucks to be the Alpha's son.