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[09] Sympathetic Stares and Mean Glares | draft two

Delinquent

[9] - Sympathetic Stares and Mean Glares

C h a r l o t t e

I dreaded school today, something so unlikely for me. Usually I loved school. It was fun for me because I loved learning, writing, and reading.

But, today was different.
Yes, I'm still at Niall's house. Yes, I'm all alone. Yes, I know that I don't like it.

I was currently getting ready for school, since it was now Monday. Sliding on my outfit, I looked at myself in Niall's full length mirror.

I was wearing high-waisted jeans, a red and white varsity-like sweater and a pair of vans. Sighing, I made my way to his bathroom and put on a minimal amount of makeup.

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Today was a very interesting day.
Between the sympathetic stares and  discourteous glares, they all just made me want to crawl in a corner and cry.
But, I put on a fake smile and helped everyone I could, while being the sweet and innocent teenager I am.

"Char? Are you okay?" Meredith asked me at my locker.

"Somewhat." I answered.

"What's wrong?" I know I should tell her, she's my best friend. She deserves to know what happened.

"Niall was arrested yesterday." I said, a frown on my face.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry. Do you want to have a girls night?" I nodded and she pulled me into a hug.

Meredith and I went to the gas station and we got food and things, before I told her the directions to Niall's house.

Let's get this party started.

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N  i a l l

Jail has been a living hell. It sucked that I had to be here for three more months.

The worst thing was that I no one to talk or interact with. Sure, I was muscular and scary-looking, but I just didn't fit in with the other tattooed criminals in this jailed department.

Most of the time, I kept to myself.

My fellow inmates started calling me,'Noiseless Niall', which was kind of rude in my opinion. But, I'm rude all the time, so I shouldn't really be talking.

I climbed up onto my bed in my empty cell. The officers gave me a cell by myself, so  I guess that was good.

I hadn't realised that I missed Charlotte so much. She was beautiful and smart, and she makes me smile all the time. Her voice was smooth and soothing, like it could make me fall asleep when she sang. Her hair was long, beautiful, and soft. Very soft. Her small hands that fit in mine like puzzle pieces. Her eyes, were like chocolate. I smiled to myself, picturing her sitting in a corner reading a book quietly like she does.

I grabbed the notepad and pen off of the table, and walking out of the cell and outside with all of my fellow inmates.

I found a secluded spot away from everyone in the corner of the fenced-in courtyard, sliding down the brick wall and sitting on the grass.

I was thinking of what to write. As far as I knew, I was writing a letter to Charlotte. I just didn't know what to write.

Ideas began popping into my head and I scrawled them across the lined sheet of paper.

"What the hell are you doing, Horan? More importantly, who are you writing too?" One of my inmates, Axle Kerr, snarled, an ugly smirk on his face.

I ignored him, continuing to write on the paper. My hand was cramping from writing so fast, but it didn't stop me.

Suddenly the paper was taken out of my grasp and the wooden pencil clattered onto the grass.

"Hey!" I shouted, trying to retrieve but Axel kept it away from me. He was reading it, his eyes scanning the words I had just wrote.

"Wait what? This is gold. Wait till all the guys see this." He laughed, more like cackled. He spit on me as he laughed and it all just made me even more angry.

"Stop! Give me my letter back!" I shouted angrily. I'm surprised that the guards weren't even out in the courtyard. I wish they were though, it would've saved me the trouble.

"Aye boys! C'mere! Read Horan's letter!" Axel called as I tried to get the letter from him.

A group of inmates came over and started reading over the letter, bursting out into laughter afterwards.

"Shall I read it aloud?" He asked and the men nodded eagerly.

"Stop! Give me back my fucking letter!" I shouted again.

"Dear Lottie, hey babygirl. how are you? I hope you're doing great. Jail isn't so fun, I'm bored and constantly alone. I'm quiet which is unusual for me but I have to deal with it. Stay safe, there are people who don't necessarily like you right now so you need to be careful with what you do. I'll see you soon, love Niall." Axel read aloud, my cheeks going red and my neck going hot.

"What kind of rubbish is this? You have a girlfriend? And you call her babygirl? What-" I cut him off, screaming at him.

"She is not my girlfriend! She's just.. I don't even know! You need to shut the fuck up before I fuck you up!" My chest was heaving up and down with anger.

"Yeah like you can do that. You're like sixteen or somethin'!" Axel countered back.

"I'm actually nineteen, and if I was sixteen, I'd be in Juvie dumbass." I snapped.

"You callin' me a dumbass? I'll show you whose the dumbass!"

And that's what started the worst prison brawl in twenty sixteen.

N o t e

I have a feeling my grammar was horrible.

but I added a lot to this chapter soooo yeah :)

enjoy !