The Dark Side - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 22

"Then slowly mix in the wet ingredients." my professor demonstrated and told us to pair up.

Sandy wasn’t in this class with me, and everyone else is too scared to talk to me since that video of me cussing out the, I didn’t know at the time because she was very developed for her age, twelve year old went viral last month.

I sort of just stood there while everyone got a partner and some snotty girl walked up to me.

"Partners?" she asked a little too sweet, but I accepted anyways, I can’t affird to fail this class.

"Sure." I smiled and we turned to look down at all of the ingredients.

“So, you dated Niall Horan, right?" she asked as I whisked the egg yolks.

"Um, yea."

"Why did you break up with him? He is gorgeous." I felt a pang of jealousy surg through me and I brushed it off.

She’s just a fan, Kaylee, just a fan.

"We had our differences." I mumbled and slowly added the wet ingredients to the dry ones.

"Well, I couldn’t imagine being such an idiot as to do something like that. He’s rich and famous! I would be begging for him to take me back if I were you." I felt my grip tighten on the whisk and just knawed on the inside of my cheek to keep from freaking out on her, no need for another viral video. “Hey, if you aren’t with him anymore, could I have his number?" she asked and I rolled my eyes.

Why didn’t I see this coming?

"Sure." I smiled and wrote a fake number on her arm.

“Oh my god, thank you so much! I think this is the start to a beautiful friendship! So, is he good in bed?" she chirped and I literally dropped all the utensils I was holding.

“Did you just say what I think you said?" I spat through gritted teeth and stepped closer to her, invading her personal space.

"What? I just was as-" she didn’t even finish her sentence due to the fact my palm made a loud, hard impact with her face. She screamed and fell to the ground over-dramatically, causing everyone to freeze where they were and watch us.

"Miss Marken, what on earth are you doing?!" the professor exclaimed, stepping between me and Miss Whore-Slut.

"I’m going to curb-stomp this bitch." I growled and crossed my arms.

"Deans office. Now." she pointed to the door and I angrily grabbed my shit before booking in out the door. I took the short walk of shame until I finally made it to the office and was called straight in.

"Mr. Keen." I smiled nervously and sat in the hard, plastic seat in front of him.

"Ms. Marken, you are in big trouble." he started and I hung my head. I listened contently to his whole speech, but his last part stood out tremendously. “If this is how you act within the first month, we don’t think you should be admitted here any further."

"Wait, am I being expelled?" I asked with tears in my eyes and he nodded.

"Please be completely moved out of your dorm by this time tomorrow." I took a deep breath as he excused me. I slumped back to Sandy and I’s room, meeting her in the kitchen.

"You’re back early." she chirped, causing me to burst into tears.

"I ruined everything." I sobbed and explained everything that happened. “I miss him so much."

"Kaylee, listen, I’m not trying to add salt to your wound, but he called you a slut. I would not be crying over him."

"But I love him."

"He obviously doesn’t love you if he didn’t try hard enough to say goodbye."

"No, I saw him talking to the security guard."

"Did you ever think that maybe he was telling them to keep you away from them?" I looked into her eyes and my heart sunk.

"You’re right. I need to forget about him. Ever since we broke up, my life has been a pile of shit because I have been all depressed. I need to forget about him." I hugged her and we just stood in the center of the kitchen, talking about anything but Niall.