Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 10

*Bailey's point of view*

I was exhausted by the time I arrived home from school. I almost decided not to do my homework, but I could hear my mom nagging me in the back of my head. I've only failed once. And it wasn't pretty.

I was half way through my math homework when my phone buzzed. I quickly jumped up and made my way over to my phone. Hopefully it was Caroline and she would be my excuse to do nothing. The smile on my face soon faded when I saw the name that was glowing on my phone.

Niall.

I threw my phone back down without even looking at the message. He was just going to waste my time. He wasn't even worth my time. I quickly tried to focus back onto my math homework. After staring at the paper for about five minute, I realized that there would be no possible way of finishing anything if I didn't at least read the text message. You know when you get a text from someone you really don't want to talk to or don't like but there is a part of you that really needs to know what it says? Yeah, that's what this was.

I sighed dramatically and got back up, walking over to my bed. I scoped up my phone and clicked on the message. 

Niall: How was your day?

God, boys are so God damn confusing. Since when has this kid ever cared how my day was. We have been sitting next to each other for weeks and he has said nothing. Well he did ask how I was this morning, but that doesn't count. He still forcibly walked me to class and put his number in my phone. Which last time I checked isn't the most gentlemanly why of telling a girl you're interesting.

I couldn't help myself. I typed my reply. 

I sat at my desk half-assing my homework as Niall and I texted back and forth. Everything was well for the most part. I mean, I was being a complete bitch, but I don't know what else he would expect. I don't like him. 

Everything was fine until he said he wanted to get to know me. It was one of those texts that make the blood drain from your face and your heart beat louder. Why would he want to get to know me? Does he mean like a date? No way in Hell would that happen. Caroline would flip over the lunch table if she found out.

I quickly responded a simple: No. 

And I kept it that way. Until my stomach went to my feet when he later replied say that maybe he was madly in love with me. Was he? Could he really like me like that? I almost smiled, but I quickly changed it into a frown. It would be terrible if he liked me since there was no way on God's green earth that I would ever return the feelings. So I just kept saying no.

And he kept persisting.

I couldn't help but at least wonder what he had in mind. I mean who wouldn't. So I did what any teenage girl would do. I asked.

When he made a joke about walking under the moon light I rolled my eyes. Although I did feel a little said when he said he would never do that. Which is weird because it's not like I care. 

So twenty questions is what he had in mind. I have to admit, I have a soft spot for twenty questions. Every time you play you always get different answers. And it can really teach you about the person. I sat for a minute and thought. My homework was done. Not thoroughly but it was done. My mom was still cooking dinner. Fuck it. It's not like Caroline would see the texts anyways, or anyone for that matter. I would just delete them.

Me: Fine. U go first.

I was trying to be as cold as possible, but it's a little harder over text when he can't see my face. He replied quickly which is refreshing since normally boys take twenty years to reply to my text messages.