Trust { Niall Horan }

Chapter 2-continued

At some point I started to run to class because I knew I would be late if I didn't. The campus its self is pretty huge and I needed to be on the far side of it in about 5 minutes. "Fucking great." I mumble to myself as I rush to class and luckily I make it right as the bell rings.

I take my seat which just so happens to be in the middle of every one, only a few people sit beside me but they never acknowledge me. It doesn't bother me really but sometimes I can hear them talking about me. Mainly saying I'm a weirdo and freak for always being so quite and not having any friends. Today wasn't any different and every one was staring at me and laughing, probably because I look a hot mess from running to make it on time.

Not too long after I entered the class the professor walks in a begins to talk, "Okay if every one could please turn in their rough drafts of their history paper and then we'll get started with today's lesson." On cue every one automatically stands after groaning a few times and turn in their papers.

I wait until they're all sitting back down before I go up to turn mine in. I didn't want someone to accidentally bump into me and cause me more pain than I already was in, but the moment I stand and start to walk I can't help but yelp out in pain softly. I had no clue how badly hurt I was. I thought I could make it through the day but now I wasn't so sure.
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We were 20 minutes into class and the professor was talking about European history when a tall blonde comes in late. He didn't really seemed bothered by being so late to class as he took his seat that was on the other side of the room.

The professor stops teaching and glares at the boy, "Nice of you to join us today Niall." He says a little annoyed with the blonde but he continues his lesson after Niall tells him he was sorry. He had a deep Irish accent from what I could tell and man was that hot. I wasn't sure if I had seen him in here before and I was pretty sure I would've noticed someone as attractive as him.

Niall, as the professor called him,was dressed in black skinnies with a white t-shirt and flannel pulled on over it, he was also wearing a pair of black boots along with it. His dirty blonde hair mixed well with his blue eyes but I could tell by his roots that was a natural brunette. I could tell he was pretty muscular also and that just made him more attractive.

Damn it focus. I scold myself when I notice I'm staring at the blonde boy across from me. I've never been this distracted before, especially by some guy. I shake my head a few times and focus back on the lesson but it's hard to concentrate and I find myself stealing a few glances at Niall through out class.