My Lucky Charm *Niall Horan*

Ch. 2

*Niall's POV*

She's beautiful. Probably one of the most prettiest girls I've ever seen. Her gorgeous green eyes, her beautiful long, wavy, dark brown hair. I haven't even seen her a minute, and I think I'm in love.

"You can take a seat next to Niall back there, and try to follow along." I hear Mrs. Westins say. I bite my lip. Rosie, I think that's her name, walks over to my table and sits down next to me. Should I talk to her? Would she like me? Will she think I'm annoying? All these questions are running through my head. What should I say to her? 'Yo girl, I'm Niall.' Nah. 'Wassup babe. Im Niall.' No. I crack a smile at her, and just simply say.

"Hi, I'm Niall." I whisper to her. She gives me a little wave.

"Rosie." She mutters.

"So, Rosie, where are you from?" I ask nervously, looking directly into her beautiful green eyes.

"Um, actually I'm from here I just transferred schools," she replies. I nod.

"Why?"

"Reasons. Just reasons." She says, looking away. What's that supposed to mean?

"Rosie, Niall." Mrs. Westins says. "Stop talking." Rosie nods.

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*Rosie's POV*

"Your homework is due tomorrow! Don't for-" She gets cut off by the bell. Thank god. Her voice is so annoying, I'm not going to lie. Everyone scrambles out of their seats. I pick up my binder, and race towards the door. So far nobody's bugged me about how ugly I am. It will probably happen soon, though. I go to my locker and open it up, and get my honors geometry textbook from my old school. Someone taps my on the shoulder. It's Niall.

"So, Rosie, can I see you schedule? Maybe we have some classes together." He says, with a perfect smile on his face.

"Oh yeah, here." I said, handing him the slip of paper. He reads it over.

"Hmm.." He mumbles to himself, as he reads it. "We had biology together, and we have history, lunch, and choir together." He says, handing me my schedule. I nod. So, I'm alone for geometry? Great.

"You into singing?" I ask.

"Yeah. It's kind of my thing." He says, blushing. I don't know why he's blushing, but it's cute.

"Me too! I've been singing since I was three."

"That's awesome!" Niall says. "Well, I better be going to my next class. You know where you're going, right?" He asks.

"Yeah, I have a map." I said with a slight smile.

"Alright, cool. I'll see you later!" He says, running away to some of his other friends. I shut my locker, and walk to my geometry class.

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I walk inside the geometry classroom, and everyone's eyes are planted on me. This is what I was scared of. They're going to find a way to make fun of me, and make me look like an idiot. I slowly walk to the teacher sitting at his desk. He looks up from reading the newspaper, and looks at me.

"New student?" He asks. I nod. "Are you Rosie?"

"That'll be me." I reply, with a small smile.

"You can just take a seat anywhere." He says. I nod.

"Yes sir." I said. A couple of people laugh. I ignore them though. I take a seat next to the window, and bite my lip. Someone taps my shoulder from behind my desk. I turn around.

"You can't sit there." The blonde girl says, faking a smile.

"Why?" I ask.

"Gwen sit's there." She says with sass. Who the hell is Gwen? Who the hell is this girl?

"Well, the teacher said I could sit anywhere so-"

"You're disobeying my orders?" She asks, standing up.

"Well, you're not the boss. You don't own this desk." I said, standing up as well. The whole class ooh's.

"You made the wrong decision. You're going to be sorry." She says, sitting down. A girl with dark brown wavy hair walks into the classroom, and walks over to my desk.

"This is my desk. Get the fuck out." She says. So, I'm guessing this is Gwen.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"I said, this is my desk. Get the fuck out!" She yells even louder. I just love how the teacher isn't noticing, and is completely ignoring the situation! Please note the sarcasm.

"Find another desk, and stop acting like a two year old. Grow up." I said. The whole class ooh's even louder, and THEN the teacher notices.

"Ok, ok Gwen come sit over here." The male teacher says, pointing to a desk in the front row. Gwen looks at me with evil written all over her face, and she moves to the front row. I'm proud of myself.

"Everyone, this is Rosie Murray, a new student." The teacher guy says pointing to me.

"I'm Mr. Howelle." He says. I nod. "Today were going to learn about-"

The same girl from behind me taps my shoulder again. I look back at her.

"What?" I ask annoyed.

"It's going to cost you, you know that right?" She asks.

"Does it look like I care? No." I said, turning back around and facing the front of the classroom. Mr. Howelle continues class, but I'm not really listening. I could feel those two girl staring at me, and it's uncomfortable. One of them is Gwen, and the other one is... Well.. I don't know. She taps my shoulder again. I turn around annoyed.

"What?!" I ask.

"I'm Stacey, and that's Gwen." She says pointing to Gwen. "It's our job to make your school year as miserable as possible." I roll my eyes.

I guess they're the 'mean girls' of the school.

A/N: How did you think of the second chapter? I might remove the story, because not many people are reading it. I'll probably keep it though. blah. Please vote, and follow! Give me some feedback too! I'd really appreciate it. :)

x Desiree