Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

*Niall's point of view*

I slipped my leather jacket over my shoulders as I stared at myself in the mirror. The sleaves covered the excessive tatoos that marked up and down both of my arms. It didn't matter though concidering the fact that you could see tattoos on my neck and upper chest from the opening in my black v-neck. I quickly ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair, making sure that it stayed up and out of my face. 

My boots loudly cloncked down the stairs as I headed towards the kitchen. 

I could see through the doorway my father sitting on the couch passed out with multiple bottles of beer covering the table. I couldn't help but let out a large sigh. I know it hurt but the man needed to get his shit together.

As I flung my backpack over my shoulder I grabbed an apple off the counter. 

Heading for the door I couldn't help but think how interesting this year was going to be. Because this wasn't going to be like the past year of shear torture that I've been forced to endure. No, this year is my year. This is the year of revenge. New school or not, there are always assholes.

The sun caused me to squint as I opened the door, not realizing how dark it was inside the house. I decided that my dad wouldn't mind if I took his car since he was probably too hung over to get his ass off the couch. I mean, it's not like he has anywhere to be.

I tossed my backpack into the passenger side and adjusted the seat, concidering the fact that I was half a foot taller than my dad. Putting one of my cd's in, I blarred AC/DC to a volume that would make almost anyone plug their ears. 

My mind began to wonder as I pulled out of the drive way. 

I already knew what I needed to do. I had planned this all summer, sticking myself into my room and not coming out until I had a plan for almost any scenario. The only difficult part was going to be the beginning. I had to choose the right people, people that could be trusted to not mess this up for me. People that want this as badly as I do.

As I pulled into a parking space in the school parking lot, I immeadiatly started scoping. Who was standing in a group? Who was smiling while walking with their friends? Who was alone? Who had there heads down avoiding the looks of others?

I turned the car off and reached over for my bag. Before I opened the car door I looked in the mirror and put a smirk on my face. If anyone was going to listen to what I said they would have to be somewhat scared of me. And although I didn't like it, with the tattoos, black clothing, and cocky smirk, I was someone that no one would want to approach. Someone no one would challenge. 

I'm Niall Horan and I'm about to make the life of some unlucky seniors a living hell.

Author - Hey new fanfiction! Trying a plot that is a little different. Comment and vote if you enjoyed, and spread the word :) Thank you!

- Carly