Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 4

*Niall's point of view*

It seems as though I've made some "good" first impressions. Walking down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice peoples sideways glaces. People looking me up and down realizing that I was the new kid that was rumored to be joining the senior class. I couldn't help but laugh at the disappointed faces. I was so used to it nowadays that it had actually become comical.

Then the day got even better when this bitch sat down next to me in homeroom. I couldn't help but notice her long brown hair and how it slightly curled. She stareed at me for some time, which gave me an excuse to look into her green eyes. I almost had to force myself to look away. But then I reminded myself that this bitch practically ran me over this morning.

My suspicions of her being a stuck up asshole were confirmed by her reaction to me helping her. I'm such a weirdo right?

My day picked up the period before lunch.

I walked into Science class and sat down in the first empty chair I saw.

I gave a sideways glance to the kid sitting beside me. I could recognize him from homeroom. He had curly hair gelled back and square glasses that covered his face. His clothes looked like he had either gotten them from a thrift shop or from his great grandfather. Either way he was more than a few decades behind. I could see the shock written on his face, telling me that he was not used to people sitting next to him. 

Before I even knew what was happening I heard a loud thud and laughter filled the room. An overly buff idiot had smashed this poor kids books off the table and onto the floor.

"Oops, sorry Marcel, didn't see your stuff there," He said with a smug expression that made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Marcel quickly bent over to gather his things, "That's okay Derek, it happens."

I quickly sat up and stared at the guy as he tried to make another comment. He saw me sitting next to Marcel and backed off. He walked to the front of the room and sat down next to a blonde that I recognized to be the girl that was driving the car that almost hit me this morning. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as he slung his arm around her. She was still smiling from Derek's "hilarious" joke. God, weren't they just perfect for each other. 

I looked over at the kid, Marcel was his name. "You can't let him do that," I said so that only he could hear me.

Marcel quickly turned to look at me. I could tell how embarrassed he was from how red his face was. He looked back down at his books.

"It's better to just not start anything," He said timidly.

"No, trust me it's bullshit. It's not funny and you're letting him get away with it," I said a little louder this time and got a couple sideways glances from other students. Do you think I care?

"Stop," Marcel said looking around at the people staring, "This isn't the place to do this."

I rolled my eyes and faced forward as the teacher began to lecture about something. I wasn't paying attention.

Marcel was exactly the guy I needed for my plan. All I had to do was convince him that he needed to stop letting people step on him. I had a feeling he would love getting revenge.

When the bell rang he stood up and tried to bolt out of the door, but I grabbed his arm.

"Um, I was wondering if I could sit with you at lunch. I'm new and I don't know anyone," I said.

He seemed to debate for a minute. He was a good guy and the good in him won, "Yeah sure. There are a couple other people at the table I sit at but I'm sure they will be fine with it."

I allowed myself to genuinely smile at him, since I was going to have to make friends with this guy. 

We walked silently to the lunch room and made our way to a table located in the back corner. There were three people sitting there already. There was a girl with red hair and freckles covering her entire body. She had a book in front of her face and wasn't partaking in the conversation the other two were having. The other two were a boy and girl. The boy had short black hair and was dressed in a clean button up shirt and khakis. He seemed to be having a heated debate with the girl. She was wearing an old sweatshirt and had unruly curly black hair. She had glasses that were similar to Marcels. 

They went quite when Marcel sat down next to the girl who was reading, and they looked up at me. 

"Guys this is," Marcel stopped and looked at me realizing that I had not introduced myself.

"I'm Niall," I said politely. I sat down in the free seat in between the boy whom I had not met and the girl who finally put her book down. "I'm new here and Marcel was nice enough to let me join you."

They seemed taken back. Either by how polite I was being or the fact that Marcel had even communicated with me. What people didn't know was this is how I really am. No one ever gave me the chance. I'm not some punk idiot. The reason I ever did this stuff to my body any ways was because no one listened to me. It draws attention.

Seeming to snap out of it, the boy next to me slowly put his hand out and I shook it, "Hi I'm James," he motioned to the girl sitting next to him. The one with the crazy hair. "This is my sister Jane. And that's Wendy."

Jane reached over the table and I took her hand. Wendy just slightly nodded looking down. She was going to be hard.

"So Niall where are you from?" Jane asked.

"I transferred from down near the city. Personal stuff," I shrugged deciding that I should wait and make sure they were the right people before I started telling them about my plan.

Wendy had her face shoved back into her book and Marcel was pulling out his lunch.

James nodded as he bit into a sandwich, "I knew some kids from around the city. No offence but they aren't the greatest."

"Yeah, I'm happy to be out of there," I said.

Jane was about to say something when laughter from somewhere in the cafeteria interrupted her. I looked over to find the source as my eyes landed on the round table in the middle of the room. That idiot Derek had his head thrown back laughing at something that probably wasn't even funny. He still had his arm slung over his Barbie doll as she was giggling while burrowing her head into his shoulder. A boy that very closely resembled Derek was telling a very animated story, seeming to be the cause of the laughter. An overly tan girl was sitting next to him giggling while twirling her hair around her finger. There was one other person sitting at the table and I immediately recognized her. It was my friend from homeroom. She had a forced smile on her face and seemed to be the only one that wasn't highly amused by whatever that guy was saying.

Jane turned back to her food, rolling her eyes.

This was my chance. "Who are they?"

"Only the most popular seniors to ever walk the halls of Well-brooke High," Jane said bitterly. "First you have most worshiped couple. Derek, the star football player, and Caroline, the girl that's so pretty she will never need to be smart. Then you have Derek's partner in crime, Gregory, who makes Caroline look like the next Steve Jobs. Next to him is the Hawaiian hottie, Clare. If you asked me last time I checked Clare doesn't even know where Hawaii is. And then you have Caroline's closest friend, if you could even call them that, Bailey. God only knows how that girl got caught up with those people."

It was soon apparent that no one at the table liked anyone that Jane had just mentioned. Wendy had let the book she was reading fall to her lap as a dark expression crossed her face. James seemed the most pissed when she brought up Gregory, and Marcel was looking darkly at the table in the center of the room.

I looked back and forth between the misfits at my table and the laughing teens in the center. I couldn't help but smile a little. This was going to be a lot easier than I thought.

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