Good For Me ( Frat Boy Niall Fanfic )

Chapter 10

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I wake up to the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock. Today’s the day. My first day of classes. It’s Monday and I have to get up and go to school. It’s kind of bittersweet. I’m ready for this day to happen but I don’t want it to happen. I sit up and rub my eyes to try and ready myself for the increasing sunlight. I grab my toothbrush and my things and walk to the bathroom, only to find it packed with the other girls. Everyone’s rushing and yelling and brushing past me. I’m glad I showered last night as I brush my teeth and wash my face. I go back into my room and take a deep breath, taking in the cooler air. I bring down my hair look at it in the mirror. It’s frizzy from the humidity from the showers but it’s not too bad. I straighten out the frizzy parts and do the normal waves I do with my flat iron then eye myself down. “A lot better.” I think to myself. I go into my closet and look at the clothes I’ve unpacked so far. It’s not much but I have some nice stuff. I settle on some black skinny jeans and a dark blue blouse. I put on my brown boots and a necklace with a charm I don’t quite recognize. I’m not usually big on jewelry but I thought I should dress up. It may be a bit too much, but if it is I’ll just dress down more tomorrow. Being too dressed up is better than being not dressed up enough, anyway. I put on some mascara and some foundation and I look at myself in my full-length mirror. I nod to myself before checking my phone. No notifications which is strange because before all I had was texts from Niall and now none. He hasn’t spoken to me since that day so, about 2 days now. It’s not a big deal. I walk outside and see Amanda sitting in her little silver Eclipse. She offered to give me rides Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Not Fridays though. We have classes at similar times during those days. It’s only 7:35 and my first class starts at 8. I’m not nervous but I want to be there on time. “Good morning sunshine, you look pretty this morning.” She smiles when I step into the car. “Well, it is my first day.” I answer looking at my jeans again. I turn to her and see she has on a peach dress and she looks rather dressed up so I’m assuming this school is a very put together place, no problem with that though. Well, it is Stanford. She pulls out of her spot and starts her drive to campus. Demi Lovato is playing on her radio and I hum along at the little bits I know. “Are you seeing Niall today?” she asks, trying to be casual I can tell. But she bites her lips, her eyes glued to the road. “No… we no longer speak.” I tell her. “Why? You never did tell me?” she says, her brown eyes large and the desperation are clear in them. “Amanda, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like we were going to date anyway.” I tell her trying to calm her nerves. “Why not? You two got on really well and you looked cute together. Besides, he seemed interested in you. Why else would he take you out?” she says, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “To annoy me.” I snap back, but only because I don’t know what else to say. “Oh please, Niall doesn’t do anything to annoy girls. To get in their pants yes, but to annoy them no.” she responds, I hear her long necklace shake from her head moving from side to side. “Well then, he probably wanted to get in my pants.” I answer, just trying to please her to get her to stop talking about this. “Yes, but…” she starts and I can’t handle it anymore. “Amanda please, it’s nothing.” I almost shout, my eyes wide from annoyance. “Okay fine, moody.” She snaps, driving in silence again. It’s 7: 54 when Amanda pulls up in front of a coffee house. “Amanda, where are we?” I ask as she started to parallel park in front of a brick building. “Andonio’s?” she says, her eyebrows furrowing together. “My first class is at 8, I’m going to be late.” I state. “Mines at 8: 15.” She says, like I should know. “How far is campus from here?” I ask, I can’t be late to my first class on my first day. How would that make me look? “Five minutes.” She shrugs. “I’ll just walk then…” I sigh, stepping out of the car. “Wait…” she laughs, stepping out of the car and looking at me over it. “It’s a five minute drive.” She states. “Shit…” I mutter to myself. “Look, it’ll only take me two seconds to get my coffee, we’ll be at campus on time I promise.” She smiles and I realize I have no other choice. “Fine.” I give in; I might as well get a coffee anyway. It’s a retro place. Behind the counter the wall is all chalkboard while the rest are brick. There’s a stage in the back and I guess they have performances. A whiteboard next to it says open mic nights on Friday. Maybe I’ll stop by. It’s not like I have anything better to do. It ends up taking us 5 minutes to get our coffee it’s now 8. Then traffic ends up worse then usual and it’s finally 8:10 when I get to campus. I run to my class and step into the wrong one before finally arriving outside the correct one. When I check my phone it’s 8:16. I take a deep breath before walking in. It’s huge. The room looks like I always imagined it would. With a large whiteboard in the front with desks in rows on each staircase. Right when I step in laughter covers the sounds of the thick door slamming so no one seems to notice my late entry. I look up front to see what everyone is laughing about and I didn’t see it coming, the blonde in the front of the room. He’s sat at the mahogany desk in the front, his legs propped up on top of it and his arms crossed behind his head. I don’t see what looks like a professor anywhere and wonder what’s going on. I make eye contact with the boy and I can’t tell if a hint of a smile comes because it turns into a scowl immediately. I turn quickly looking for an empty seat. The door swings open again and I see a small bald man storming toward me. “Whoops!” is all he can get out before he rams into me. “Sorry, sorry, so sorry…” he repeats in an odd accent, Russian maybe. My iced coffee is spilled onto my top and down my shirt. I shout immediately. “Oh Miss, I’m so sorry.” He says, he’s eye level with my breasts and I feel extremely uncomfortable when the class starts laughing. He goes right past me down the stairs to where Niall is at his desk. I walk over to the closest chair burying my head in my hands. “I see we’re causing trouble again, aren’t we, Mr. Horan?” I hear him ask Niall. “Why, Professor I would never.” And I can feel the smirk on his face. “Get to the back of the class, Horan.” I hear him say and a light chuckle echoes through the room. My head shoots up at his order. There is what I assumed as a shy boy a couple seats down from me but other than that the row is empty. The last row, the one I’m in. I watch as he grabs a black Jansport book bag off the floor before walking up the stairs, skipping every other. He looks at me quickly before walking past me, my eyes follow him down the aisle but right in the middle he turns around and gives me the finger on both of his hands with an evil smirk playing on his lips. He then spins around passing past the shy boy before smacking him on the side of his head and settling on the other end. The class is as boring as I thought it would be and no matter how hard I try to pay attention to the math going on in front of me my eyes continue to drift toward the always slow moving clock. The overwhelming aroma of coffee takes over my senses. And once I finally can’t take it anymore I hear someone shout, “What the fuck!” Everyone’s eyes whip to the back to the one and only. Niall’s on his phone before turning to me and giving me the coldest glare I’ve ever soon. Maybe his eyes, which were so similar to the color of pure ice themselves, added to the intensity. I looked back at the front to see our professor staring up at him tight lipped his eyes large under his thin wired glasses. I looked back at Niall but he was furiously typing into his phone, not acknowledging the stares coming from everyone. A few seconds later the professor drew everyone’s attention back to him with the clearing of his throat. A few minutes later the bell rings. I’ve taken no notes and I know I’m going to pay for this later when I have to do my homework. The stain was no long prominent but the smell was living strong as I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the classroom. I wandered the halls navigating through the maze that was the campus searching for a restroom to freshen myself up. My eyes finally landed on one and I walked through everyone, all students seemed to be in T-shirts and jeans and I feel more like a professor than a student. I make a reminder to dress down tomorrow when I finally reach the concrete wall next to the bathroom. “Was this your plan?” I hear someone say, an arm blocks my path and forces me to turn to meet my blockee. The same piercing blue eyes that glared at me so coldly were doing it again, this time up close and personal. My eyebrows furrowed together as I analyzed what he just said to me. He was unbelievably close in the middle of the hallway and I’m surprised no seemed to notice. His eyes-only inches from mine, his rough breathing blowing down my chest from his nose. “Did you hear me?” he growls. “Was this your plan?” he repeats, and I can see a vein in his neck begin to pop out. “Was what my plan? W-what are you talking about?” I finally say, it coming out in a whisper. “Get me to take you to meet my friends so you can fucking screw him before me.” He states angrily. His accent more apparent to me as I watched his mouth form every syllable. His perfect teeth disappearing and reappearing with every word. “I didn’t screw anyone…” my eyes widen at his question. I haven’t screwed anyone, I mean I came close once but that was to Niall and nothing happened. Hard to believe the sweet boy who didn’t take advantage of me and told me what he was feeling at the beach was now the crazily angry boy in front of me. “Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you slept with Tony.” He spits and I’m literally petrified. Is that why he shouted in the middle of class? Is that what’s going on? Do people think I had sex with Tony? Wait, who’s Tony? “Who’s Tony?” I ask, thinking out loud. He laughs, his head tilting back and he almost looks joyful but I know that isn’t possible. Soon he’s back, returning to our close quarters. “I didn’t think you were like that, Roxanne. At least you would know the name of the guy you fucked.” He smirked at me. “I didn’t fuck anyone!” I shout and the almost empty halls remaining eyeballs turn to face us. I try to ignore the gazes obviously uncomfortable hoping no teachers were walking by while the blonde seems unfazed. “Yes, you did.” He snaps and I try to think. Niall took me to see his friends at the race. I met Louis, but I didn’t do anything with him. I met Grace, obviously didn’t do anything with her considering she doesn’t like me at all anyway. And I met…. oh god. “He just gave me a ride home, nothing else, I swear.” I plead. He rolls his eye. “You won’t fuck me, but you’ll fuck Tony?” he says and I can’t help but cringe at his horrible vocabulary although I used the same not a minute ago. “Niall, I didn’t have sex with Tony, why would I have sex with Tony? I’ve literally told you my most embarrassing weakness when we almost had sex.” I whisper each time I use the word. His glare lightens and he seems to relax when the muscles in his face loosen. “Shit, sorry…” he sighs, not moving his hand still blocking my path but using his other to run a hand through his hair. “It’s fine…” I say, looking down at my feet. “So…” he says getting closer than before so our foreheads were almost touching. “Why did you leave?” he asks, his eyes big and his face straight. “I told you… I was uncomfortable…” I shrug, still not looking him in the eyes. It was insane how quickly he could go from hot to cold. From extremely sensitive to cold. From hilarious to a dick. I don’t quite understand him, he’s so unpredictable. “I… I have to use the restroom.” I add, pointing to the room that was so close yet so far. “Ummm, yeah.” He says, picking up the arm that refused to move earlier and scratching the back of his neck. I could finally examine all of him. He had a pair of black skinny jeans with black converse. He also had on a white V-neck paired with a strange salmon colored sweater. If I saw him on the street I wouldn’t think he was a frat boy. Nor would I think he was the same boy from the party but people can change their look dramatically. God knows I can. I turn quickly into the bathroom and head straight to the sink. I look at myself in the mirror. I look exhausted despite my 7 hours of sleep. I reach over and slide my hand over the paper towel dispenser and one hums out. I soak it in warm water before rubbing my shirt lightly. After what seems like forever but only turns out being a couple minutes I can no longer smell the coffee and I grab another paper towel and do the same lightly with my face to wake myself up. I shake myself to calm down from the intimate event that just happened. I wonder if he’s still out there, probably not. I make my way to the door, bringing my lower lip in between my teeth and opening it slowly revealing an empty hallway. I sigh heavily not realizing I was holding my breath. I walk out and find my way to the place where I entered the building walking out. My next class is at 12 and it’s only 9 now. I’m starving and I don’t have a car. I decide my best bet is to walk down to Andonio’s. I mean, I have nothing but time and it’s the only place I know around here anyway. So I set off in the direction I remember coming from.