Love is Bitter the Second Time Around [Ziall Trilogy]

Chapter Nine: Second Date

** Saturday **

I knew it was too good to be true. I really thought that Niall would take me back. But, he wouldn't have personally came to me while I was in detention if he didnt have feelings for me anymore... right?

I turned on my computer, and logged onto StalkBlock. You could say I have no life, and I'll admit that. I was going to do absolutely nothing over this entire break, except to be on the computer.

Wait a minute, am I seeing things, because it says IrishLeprechaun is... online? I was about to send him a message, but held myself back. I can't just talk to him for no reason? It'd make me look desperate. My cursor was hovering over his username almost like it was carefully petting it. Come on Zayn, you needa man up and make a move before-

IrishLeprechaun has logged off.

he logs off...

Dammit! I knew I should've done something. Why am I so fucking stupid; now I can't talk to him, and calling isn't an option either; it'd be so awkward. What was I supposed to say if I did?

IrishLeprechaun has logged on.

No way... he came back on! Is this a sign? Sign or no sign, awkward or not, I don't care anymore. I have to talk to him. We didn't get to really finish what we were doing yesterday, so without thinking, I sent him a message.

BradfordBadBoi: hey.

Really Zayn? Just a 'hey'? Fucking hell. I could've said something more elaborate to trigger some conversation. Man, I wish I would stop arguing with myself. It's not my fault that I'm a little worried. He might be doing something else right now since there was no reply...

IrishLeprechaun: hi.

BradfordBadBoi: how r u? :]

IrishLeprechaun: gud. u?

BradfordBadBoi: me2.

Why does it feel like I'm talking to a stranger. Come on, we've had more deeper conversations in the past, and this isn't the first time we've talked.

BradfordBadBoi: so how's your break?

IrishLeprechaun: um.. it barely started...

Duh! I gave myself a facepalm. You really are hopeless aren't you, Zayn. Well it's not my fault, I can't think of anything to say! Stop yelling me. Okay, Zayn. You got this; I put my fingers back on the keyboard and try to talk about something else. Instead, Niall responded again.

IrishLeprechaun: but i'd say its a little boring right now.

BradfordBadBoi: yea me too.

IrishLeprechaun: umm.....

BradfordBadBoi: ?

IrishLeprechaun: u wanna hang out?

Niall wanted to hang out with me?! You don't have to tell me twice. My hands excitedly scrambled to find the right the keys on the keyboard to respond.

BradfordBadBoi: YES

Shit, my caps lock was on. Did that make me sound a little too desperate. Oh, please don't ignore me. I waited for something to happen, but nothing came.

BradfordBadBoi: sorry, caps lock was on.

And after that, he answered me. Oh dam. Imagine I didn't add that; would he have not continued to talk to me anymore?

IrishLeprechaun: its okay. anyway. wanna go to the movies?

BradfordBadBoi: now?