Stranded

Chapter 2

As soon as the bell rings to signal my next class, I shoot up out of my desk, successfully maneuvering my way around so that I don't have to even look where Harry and his posse are sat.

Quickly making it to my locker and switching books for my next class, I realise that I have way too much time until my next class. Shit. Now what do I do?

I quickly make my way back to Mr. Highstone's classroom only to find that Harry and the rest of them have hung around. And I have a feeling it's not to talk to Mr. Highstone. They've been waiting for me, ready to torture me some more.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Lilliana." he says, an evil grin on his face.

"What the hell do you want, Harry?" I ask, completely tired of his games.

"Well, I was just wonderig if we could end this little feud, be friends, ya know? What do you say?" he says. I make a disgusted face.

"Harry, I wouldn't be friends with you if my life depended on it. I'd much rather die." I say. One of his friends, I think his name is Louis, speaks up, his arm around his disgustingly gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder.

"If I were you, I'd take that offer." he says.

"Well ya know what, you aren't me so back the fuck off. You all have made my life a living hell for the past five years and I'm sick of it. So stay the hell away from me, leave me alone, and we'll have nothing to worry about." I say as I see Harry grind his teeth.

"Nobody talks to me like that." he growls.

"WellI just did." I say. Harry takes a step toward me but one of his friends, a blond, cute one named Niall, stops him.

"Harry, mate, just leave her alone." he says.

"Fine. But you'd better watch out. Let's go." he says, finally adressing his group. I see Niall give me a sorrowful glance before he walks off with the lot of them.

You know what I think? I don't think Niall's really all that bad. In fact, I think he's -dare I say- nice. In fact I think we'd be good friends if he didn't hang out with Harry. Which is extremely confusing to me. Why would he hang out with Harry if he doesn't like him?

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I walk into my Biology class and see that there's one seat left, and it's next to Niall. Okay, at least it's not Harry. I'd feign being sick if it ever comes to me ever having to spend a while hour and a half with that boy.

I sigh as I take my seat next to him and immediately scoot as far away from him as I can. I hear him chuckle.

"It's okay. I don't bite." he jokes, his Irish accent heavy. He's adorable, really. Those light blue, peircing blue eyes, crooked smile, blond hair, and friendly demeanor makes me wonder again why he hangs out with Harry. I still despise Niall though.

"No, you don't bite. But your every day sniding remarks sure do." I retort. I see a pained expression make it's way to his boyish face.

"About that, I'm so sorry. Honestly, I'm nothing like Harry."

"Then why do you hang out with him?" I ask.

"You-you wouldn't understand." he replies. I can tell this is a touchy subject for him. He takes a deep breath and then scribbles something on a peice of paper.

"I'll text you tonight." he whispers, barely audible. His mood changes from sad to happy again, that cheeky smile adorning his face once more.

"Until then, I'd really like to start over with you." he says and offers his hand for me to shake. I smile slightly.

"Yeah, I'm not as much of a bitch as Harry makes me out to be." I say. Hesitantly, I shake his hand. "I'm Lilli." I say.

"I'm Niall."

"Mr. Horan, Ms. Parker, shut it! Unless you'd like to share what you're talking about with the rest of the class." our Biology teacher, Ms. Stone, scolds. Niall and I immediately shut it. I look back at Harry and see he's looking quite confused. That's not surprising with that thick head of his.

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*After Class, Niall's POV*

"Okay, I'll text you tonight." I say, giving her a warm smile which she returns.

"Okay." she says and then walks out of the quickly emptying classroom. I'm quickly bombarded by Harry and the rest of them.

"So, I saw you were talking to the freak." he says.

"Yeah, what about it? We're lab project partners. I'm gonna have to talk to her." I say. To be honest, I'm tired of all his damn questions as to what I'm up to.

"Okay. I jus want to make sure that you're not fratinising with the enemy." Zayn says. I swallow.

"I'm not. I promise." I lie easily. What am I going to do?