Trust Me • N.H (dirty)

10- Talk That Talk But Don't Judge Me

Authors Note: hi guys, Miley here! Lets do this if this chapter gets 5 hearts and 5 comments ill update and I swear next chapter is full bomb ;)

All I wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high by the beach, get high

Hayley

Few days had passed and somehow Niall and I have gotten closer. But though I knew his basic ideas and thoughts, it seemed I didn't knew him at all. But I don't know, it's some weird feeling. It's like he's open minded and carefree yet reserved and mysterious. Also, I get ready for my 8:30am class, Sociology.

"Do you have time for us to hang out tonight?" I hear Amy's voice say from her room.

"Um... Yeah I think I can." I reply unsure if I can make it.

"Well, I think we should go clubbing, you know couple drinks, hot boys here and there. And maybe-"

"Okay, I get it A! Just a beer or two, tomorrow I go to work." I cut short her. Sometimes she talks lots and sometimes it pisses me off, like today. I feel I woke up from the wrong side of the bed, like I have a feeling today will go wrong.

8:38am! Fuck I gotta go, I'm so late and oh god. See, I knew things would go wrong today. Plus I'm so sleepy because Niall and I were talking until 2am or so. Just talking nonsense. Like soccer or music or just staying in comfortable silence. Just to know the other person is in the line, and the idea of saying "are you there?" and replying "yes". I run as fast I can to the complex. And made a horrible entrance to room 321.

"Ms. Collins, such a pleasure to see your abnormal arrival." the sociology teacher says, of course bringing unwanted attention to me.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Applebrum, it won't happen again." I reply bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't. Please, allow yourself to the office." she replied while I stared at her in disbelief.

I was so mad but mostly embarrassed so I walked as slow I could into the office. During my walk I texted Niall if he was awake. "you up?" and it send. You see, I write small text messages, at least I write the better.

"yeah"

"I won't say 'and you ?' cuz I know ya are"

"cuz you texted first so"

And that's Niall for you, small and lots of messages, and so quick I can't write to the same time as him.

"you in class?" I texted him -just to be replied in a matter of seconds.

"nah but soon , what are your plans for tonight ?"

"not much, gonna hang out with my friend and you?"

"don't know , that's why I asked you" he replied, and while I wanted to continue our conversation I couldn't because I arrived to the office.

Remember the bed secretary we had while we arrived? Well, she was there being the typical idiot she is. Her look is something that comes out of a porn movie. Fake blonde hair, big boobs coming out her royal blue shirt, and a short skirt that let escape a glimpse of her tiny underwear. Don't judge me, I don't like girls but it's never wrong to watch and see what you don't have.

"Why you here?" she asked, extremely annoyed by my presence.

Because I want to count how much elephants fit here bitch, I thought.

"Because Sociology sent me here." I said simply while taking a seat and wait until my 'class' is over.

"Why don't you leave?"

"I wish I could." I replied truthfully.

"Then go, I won't say a word to anyone." she said while looking her acrylic fake nails. And without a second thought I mumbled a "thank you" and left the place going home. Several hours later, a female shadow burst into the room.

"Why so early bro?" Amy asked.

"I came early because I wanted a fish to eat a burrito." I replied seriously, I guess I woke up sassy today. And while I found my remark funny, Amy didn't.

"Why you really tell me why?" she asked with a hint of authority. And I shrugged. And she sighed, and I kept normal. Now I can resume my episode of Cake Boss.

When I was going through my 4th episode, Amy told me to get dressed, because we agreed to hang out. Went to the shower and did my 'beauty process'. In reality a simple checkered shirt and a white shirt under it, some skinny jeans and red Vans. Some makeup and beach waves (honestly my hair is like that everyday and I don't brush it). And as much Amy denied my dressing options, we left. Goodbye home, hello hangover.