Bittersweet

Chapter 4

*NIALL'S POV*

I caught the bus today instead of walking with Ruari and his mates. We just... don't really have that much in common- he likes football and girls, I like music and gaelic. The only similarity that we have is that we come from Ireland.

I arrived at school early, and Orleighanna was there at the front gate, just like she had said she would be last night. She looked... different. She was wearing normal clothes! Like, fashionable clothes!

She shouted my name and waved at me, so I went over to talk to her. She was so easy to talk to, because I recognised her accent. She's definitely from Wicklow, she has such a thick accent. It's nice talking to someone who I can understand. Being from Westmeath myself (Mullingar is in Westmeath by the way, just so you know.) she was easy to talk to.

It was a bit awkward at first, the conversation didn't really flow, but then we got onto the subject of gaelic. She supports Tyrone!?! I thought that was a bit weird since she obviously came from Wicklow, but it turns out she used to live there until she was 5. I said I supported Westmeath, and she laughed. Well, I know they're not THAT good, but they're a nice team really. Just then a girl came over to Orleighanna and they went off together, leaving me alone. I just decided to get to my class. I had a pretty good day today: Drama, English, P.E and double Music.

*ORLEIGHANNA'S P.O.V*

I got to the gate and everyone was looking at me. I wondered why, but then remembered that I was wearing normal clothes. I got talking to Niall, and we were talking about gaelic. I love gaelic but our teams sorta clash because I support Tyrone(in the north of Ireland) and he supports Westmeath (way down in the bottom of Ireland). But anyway, we were chatting away and I heard a voice. It could only belong to Alanah, the most popular girl in school. I usually run away from her because I really can't face her bitchiness at school, but today I didn't see her. Bad luck for me.

"What are you doing, wearing last season's clothes? You are making a mockery out of the whole sophomore year, you dirty pig!" Alanah hissed at me. My cheeks flared a bright shade of red.

I started walking whilst saying "At least I don't have to look like a cake for people to like me." I felt confident and sassy, until Alanah brought me back down by pulling my newly washed and straightened hair out in large clumps. The pain was excruciating, and I tried to run, but before I could escape, I heard a piercing screech"I can do much worse! Just try me and your head will be a football, okay!?! Don't get cheeky with me, nerd!" I ran straight to my locker and sobbed, leaning against the locker.