Irish Luck

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"Hey Kennedy," Tommie said to me shyly as we approached our first period class.

"Don't 'Hey Kennedy' me! Niall explained everything, and I'm not happy about it," I said, not making eye contact and looking straight ahead.

"I know I sound like a horrible friend, but frankly this is your fault," she said with a cocky expression.

"Excuse me?"

We were stopped in front of the chemistry class room, a few feet to the side. We were starting to cause a bit of a scene, but I didn't care. Who the hell does this girl think she is telling me it's my fault?

"I had had feelings for Niall for a very long time, and if it weren't for you and your long legs and whore makeup, he would've never fallen into your slut trap!" she spat at me. Oh? So that's how it's going to be?

"I'm the slut? Tommie, you're just saying those things because you're jealous! I got Niall in less time for him to even notice you!" I spat back.

"Jealous? Of you? Please, I could date anyone I want, while Niall is probably your first boyfriend," she said, sass obvious in her tone.

"Could you really date anyone you want? Or just trick them into bed?" I said with innocence.

"Yeah? Well, you're probably still a virgin, aren't you?" she said, tilting her head to one side.

"At least I'm not 'easy'. The only reason someone would 'love' you was to have a one night stand!" I started using my background knowledge. What was wrong with being a virgin anyway?

"Just because you date a few guys doesn't mean you're easy. Just means you like to find happiness with other people," she said matter-of-factly.

"And by happiness, I sure do hope you mean birth control pills," I said in a sarcastic motherly tone.

"I bet you're never going to please Niall like I could've," she crossed her arms.

"Then you obviously don't understand how relationships work. It's not all about sex, you know," I kept on using the slut comeback, and it seemed like it was working.

"Niall loved me, and you managed to ruin it somehow! We were so close to being a perfect couple!"

"I don't think Niall would want to date a short-legged slut who gets passed around more than the blunts she smokes!" Without realizing it, somewhat of a crowd was around us, watching us argue. My last comeback caused a lot of "ooo's" from our audience. 

"California's got game!" I heard someone shout from the crowd. Look's like I've picked up a nickname.

She just looked at me, her green eyes getting wider and wider, until finally she just ran off without another word into the nearest girls room. The crowd started to clap as I was claimed the winner of this so called fight. I proudly made my way into class, not being questioned by anyone.

***

"Hey babe, did you talk to Tommie?" Niall asked me sweetly while we walked to our French class.

"Yeah, um, we decided that we were going to sort of space ourselves and hang out with other people for a while," I lied.

"Liar!" he said to me. Damn. "This video is going around school," he held up his phone to my face to reveal the video of Tommie and I fighting before first period.

"Oh, um, I--," I was about to explain myself, but Niall grabbed my face and kissed me. You would think it would be a light kiss since we're in school, but no. This kiss was heated, and right around the corner from our next class.

Finally, he broke away from me. He came close to my ear and whispered, "you're so hot when you're angry." His words made me blush widely. He pulled back to look at my face and left me a lingering kiss on my cheek.

Niall locked my fingers with his as we proceeded to class to continue our day.

***

The day was finally over, and luckily Niall and I finished all of our homework during school. His father dropped us off in front of his house. During the entire car ride home, Niall had his hand running up and down my leg. His blue eyes were constantly staring at me. Once we managed to get into his house, he slammed me up against the back of his front door. His forehead was pressed against mine as he looked down at my lips, not making contact yet. His blue eyes shot up to my brown ones, and that's when I pulled his face into mine.

Niall put his firm hands on my waist, decreasing the space between us. His body was on mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him closer. He lightly bit and tugged at my lower lip, which was something he had never done before. I liked how he wasn't being gentle anymore, he was sort of acting like an animal. I pulled lightly at his blond hair, which made him release some sort of a growl in the back of his throat. He ran his hands down past my bum and pulled my thighs up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into his bedroom. I kissed his neck the entire time he was lifting me.

Niall threw me unto his bed, our lips reconnecting. His hands weren't shy, running up and down my body. I decided to mirror his actions, my hand slipping up his tee shirt. Since when did Niall have washboard abs? Didn't matter where the came from, as long as they were there. I ran my fingers up and down his torso, and felt his smirk on my lips. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his pale chest. I ran my thumbs over his nipples, which made him smirk again. He tugged at my blouse, asking for permission. I held my arms up, my lips not leaving his. He pulled the clothing off of me, eyes not shy of wandering. His hands ran on the inside of my thighs. I wrapped my hands back around his neck, pulling our bodies closer to each other.

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Niall lifted his head up and came back to my face to kiss me. His cheeky grin showed satisfaction. At first I was shy, I closed my legs to restrict entry, but he talked me into it with charming words. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste. I was still shaking a bit from the experience, but Niall laid with me for a while on his bed. He held me in his arms.

"I guess I should get angry more often," I said, giggling. I slipped my panties back on, along with my jeans. Niall laughed at my remark, following me into the kitchen.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, looking down at my almost bare chest. My face turned red as he handed me my blouse. He turned around to go get his shirt, but I stopped him.

"No, no, you're fine," I said, admiring his toned body. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I did the same with mine around his neck. He kissed me with passion, my eyes fluttering closed.

"I'm glad you like it," he whispered close to my face, referring to his chest.

"Yeah, I was wondering when that happened," I said continuing my journey to the kitchen.

"I did it for you, babe," he said, walking over to the fridge. He pulled out two cans of sprite.

"Aww," I cooed, pulling out pretzels from his pantry, "that's cute."

We put our snacks on his breakfast bar and sat on opposite sides. We ripped open the bag of pretzels and opened out sprite cans. I finally broke the not so awkward silence.

"So, have you been in contact with that Harry guy?" I asked him. He nodded, face full with food.

"Yeah, and Zayn. We're thinking of meeting up sometime next week," he said.

"Isn't next week spring break?" I asked. Niall nodded again, "Emily and Mackenzie are coming next week!" I completely forgot! I missed them so much, thank God they were coming.

"Ooh, I can't wait to meet them in person!" Niall said, obviously excited.

"Maybe we could all hang out next week?" I asked him.

"I'm sure the guys wouldn't mind," he said.

"Perfect."