Rylee's POV
It was two weeks later.
We haven't talked to them.
Oh well. It was a one in a lifetime and one time only sorta thing.
We got to school and I survived the first half of the day.
So I get to lunch, and I sit alone.
Lydia's sitting there with her friends, she's fine. She won't miss me.
So I got up, dumped my tray, and walked right out of the school without even glancing at the secretary, not bothering to sign out or tell her where I was going.
This time I actually walked to the cupcake shop.
And this time, I got a cupcake in the face.
"Sor-Rylee?" He asked.
"Is this some kind of Irish greeting?" I asked, referring to spilling things on someone.
He just laughed.
"What are you doing here?" He asked after I cleaned up.
"Getting a cupcake in the face by Niall Horan."
"Haha. Funny." He made a face.
"Stop dumping things on me and I won't make jokes." I smiled.
We spent a while telling stories and making jokes.
I checked my phone and saw that we had been talking for five hours.
Lydia was probably flipping.
Eh, she can wait.
I laughed again and we kept on telling stories.
