Good For Me ( Frat Boy Niall Fanfic )

Chapter 7

Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've been oddly busy for someone who barely leaves the house. Anyway, I'm also sorry it's kind of short but I'll be on my normal schedule soon enough! Thanks for waiting.

“What?” I ask, jumping out from the truck. He brought me to a street race? Does he really think this is fun? “Isn’t this illegal?” I whisper before he shuts the door. “Yes…” he whispers back and I know he’s making fun of me. I roll my eyes but can’t help but giggle. He throws his arm around my shoulder again and I feel uncomfortable from all the eyes watching me, and all the revealing attire intimidates me. Here I am in a dumb sweater and jeans for crying out loud. He could’ve at least told me to dress up a bit. “You could’ve told me there was like a dress code.” I mumble looking at my feet and crossing my arms, rubbing them. “You look beautiful, besides… you don’t want to be like any of the girls here.” He says, giving a passing guy a high five when we walk by. We walk over to a couple guys near a keg and he removes his arm from my shoulder and hugs all of the guys there. I don’t like it here. I don’t like the atmosphere. The guy behind the keg is staring me down and I’m scared. The girl standing next to him is glaring at me and I brush a strand of hair that came out of my ponytail behind my ear. “Who’s she?” the girl says, she has blonde hair and she has on too much lip-gloss. “Everyone this is Roxanne, Roxanne everyone.” He says, draping his arm over my shoulder again. They all smile at me but I know they’re thinking what the hell I am doing here with him. Or maybe they feel sorry for me. Maybe they think I’m one of his one-night stands or something. Well, I’m not sleeping with Niall. And I won’t. I know better than that. Besides, he probably has herpes or something. “Grace.” She smirks, and I can’t tell if it’s real or not. “That’s a pretty name.” I smile back. “Beer?” the guy offers Niall, after a couple minutes of awkwardness. He pours it into a cup and Niall goes to accept it. “But you’re driving…” I say to him a little too loud and my face flushes as I hear laughter coming from Grace’s mouth. “Fine.” Niall smiles, handing me the beer. Better I drink it than him. Besides, if I’m not a little tipsy I don’t think I’ll make it through the night. “Who is it tonight?” Niall asks the guy with Grace whose name I don’t know. He has blue eyes and ruffled brown hair. He doesn’t exactly look like a guy to be at one of these things. But neither does Niall. I imagined everyone here with tattoos and odd piercings and mean. Well, so far I haven’t seen any odd piercings. “I don’t know, I think it’s John and Tony.” He answers, sipping on his beer. John from the frat house? “John from the house?” Niall asks, answering my question. “Mhmmmm… have you seen his face? It’s fucked.” He laughs harshly. I wonder if he knows that Niall did it. “It’s fucking hilarious.” Niall laughs, banging his cup into the boy’s and I guess not. Is this it? I mean I see a fire a few feet away and pray that it’s a bonfire. The only bad thing going on here is the illegal race and the underage drinking. Although it could be a lot worse. “Five minutes ‘til it starts.” Grace says to the boy and they both walk towards the now crowd of people. “Come on…” Niall shakes, shaking his arm a little bit to know I was listening to him but he just tosses most of the beer out of the container and onto me. “Sure, just knock beer on me…” I mumble. We walk over to the crowd. Niall pushes his way through and no one tells him otherwise because I think they know better. At one point his pushes some guy and he knocks a beer onto himself, he looks over with tight lips and bulging eyes. I can tell he is angry and he’s a rather large guy so I’m kind of afraid. But once he notices Niall the blood that had rushed to his face before was now draining. Niall wasn’t as big, but he had heavy hands and when it came down to it I could see his anger getting the best of him and beating someone bloody. Niall scared me and didn’t at the same time. I couldn’t choose. The only reason I let him put his arm around me was because my fear of the people around him and us. He might throw a tantrum and I couldn’t deal with people watching me be associated with that. It was bad enough he knew my name. A girl in booty shorts and a crop top, even though her shorts rested on her waist, walked out in between the two cars. One was as black as it’s tires. It was long and wide. You can tell it was a classic. I don’t know much about cars but I think you can imagine it. Black and sleek. The other was midnight blue. It had white tires oddly enough but it suited it. It looked newer than the other but then again I don’t know much about cars. It also had a strange light coming off the back but again don’t know what that is. I shift uncomfortably at the people moving beside us and smell something I could identify too easily, weed. It tickled my nose as I watched the brunette pass the blunt to the blonde. She took a hit and smiled at him before looking over to Niall on her left. Thank god she didn’t notice me staring. She tapped his shoulder lightly until he turned to her, I didn’t see his face as they talked for a few seconds before he took it in between his long fingers, he brought it up to his lips and I watched as he slowly inhaled, taking a long breath in before breathing it out smoothly. He smiled turning towards the girl and she smiled with him. They even shared a small chuckle before he turned back toward the crowd and took another deep breath of the blunt. I found myself strangely bothered by him and the girls encounter. Niall never laughed with me like that, at me yes but not with me. I think he felt me watching because he turned to me with his eyebrows bunched together. “Why are you watching me?” he asked, and his voice wasn’t harsh but indeed just curious. “Isn’t that weed?” I whisper to him. I don’t want anyone here to know there are drugs with me. “Yes?” he says, taking a puff to the side but still watching me. “Illegal.” I state uncomfortably. “No, it’s more frowned upon.” He smirks, and I don’t know if this is him or the weed talking. He always seems to be under the influence when we speak. I roll my eyes at his response and turn my attention back to the underdressed girl. “Are you ready?” she basically moans to the crowd of people and they all shout agreeing with her. “Ready.” She says, lifting one arm into the air. “Steady.” She says, and everyone around shouts with her as she raises her other arm into the air. “Go!” she shouts along with everyone else throwing both her arms down simultaneously. The two cars then head off. The newer car a little ahead of the older model. The crowd begins to disperse and I wonder what we’re supposed to do. We obviously can’t follow them. “What do we do know?” I ask and I realize it’s the first time I haven’t whispered since being here. “We hang out until the lucky winner comes back to us.” He smiles and I can tell he’s not here anymore. The blunt is almost halfway gone. “Want some?” He offers and I scrunch up my nose in protest. “No, I stick to having fun in legal ways.” I remark. “Hey, you’re having fun now, right?” he backs up, opening his arms to the now empty lot behind him strutting backward. “And this is illegal.” He states a bit louder this time to make up for the separation between us. I shake my head from side to side so he’s aware that this isn’t fun for me. “What if I do a cartwheel? Would that make it fun?” he asks and my eyebrows furrow together, is he serious? “Okay, you have to have fun.” He walks toward me handing me the blunt, which I hold uncomfortably between my thumb and my index finger. He claps his hands to remove any excess dirt from his hands and awkwardly swings his body around to try and execute a cartwheel. His body awkwardly swings with bent knees and he falls on his ass when he lands. He starts to laugh and I can’t help but laugh either. I look around and notice people watching Niall laugh his ass off and pleasant smirks appear on their faces. I rush over to him grab his hand to help him up. “So are you having fun now?” he asks once he’s made his recovery. And I answer him truthfully although I don’t want to give him the advantage. “Mhmmm…” I hum and his playful smirk changes into a complete grin.