Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 7

A/N: I feel so so so bad, I couldn't update all week, I've been so busy! But like I said, I'll be updating on Thursday and Saturday, and I know today is Monday but I felt really bad! But next chapter will be on Thursday! Vote and follow me because it gives me more motivation to make the story more interesting! Enjoy! :)

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Okay, so it's now November 4th, and just guess who skipped out on that Halloween party!

You guessed it, me.

Word was going around that Niall was looking for me the whole night, people were going up to me left and right since the 31st telling me this, acting as if they were so close to me and Niall, trying to be cool I guess.

It didn't amuse me.

Niall barely knew me, we had one heated encounter and he was acting like he owned me. I mean, usually, I'd find this stuff hot and I'd find it a total turn on, and he was hot, so it worked. But what didn't work was his possession over me when everybody knew that he only wanted nothing with me but to mess around, sexually of course. He wasn't into me, it's not like he cared what I was into or anything, he thought he could get into my pants yet again. I wasn't that easy, I wasn't ever going to be that easy. Especially for a dumb frat like him.

But what annoyed me the most was that he probably didn't even care for me while he was at that Halloween party, I bet he was having a good time, he probably hooked up with some sluts, got drunk, and I bet I didn't even cross his mind. He just wanted another chance to come across me again, that's why he was sending people to me, embarrassing me by saying, "Niall wanted me to tell you this, he said you're in trouble." And quickly heading off to their next class or whatever. I'm in trouble? Oh. But what did I do again? Oh yeah, that's right. Nothing.

I was bored and curious, so I grabbed my phone, going to Niall's contact, I don't wanna text him first, because what if he thinks I'm desperate? But then again, I wanted answers.

Answers as to why I'm in "trouble," Answers as to why he's playing with me when I'm not a toy, I don't want to be played with.

hey niall! why am i in trouble again?

It was simple and it's probably gonna get him mad, but I was totally okay with that. I wanted to see how far I could before pushing one of his buttons.

Buzz.

Hmmm, you lied to me ?don't try to act all innocent, we both know you're not like that ;)

Okay, so maybe it didn't get him mad. It just got him back on the subject of the whole fingering thing.

And I didn't want to talk about it.

actually, if i remember correctly, i didn't do anything. y o u pleasured me, i didn't ask for it, you took it upon yourself, so dont be like that

He texted back almost instantly.

hahaha! good one sweetheart, you may have not done anything, but lets face it, you wanted to

Bastard.

proof?

I smirked.

well for starters you were a moaning mess, and you were wet as fuck

Shit, okay, so that backfired. I wasn't in for that response, and I didn't know what to type back, might as well just change the subject.

well i don't want anything with you, i dont want anything to do with you! i dont like you horan, you're rude and obnoxious and totally hot, i want to mess around again soon.

Of course I didn't type that part, but I sure as hell wanted to. As much as I said I despised him, I was completely and utterly attracted to him, his eyes, his broad shoulders, those long fingers that could just-

Buzz.

i think you like that about me

i think you should buzz off

i dont think you really want that, babe

oh but i do

oh really? you're telling me you don't want my fingers inside you again while you're a sweating, moaning mess? you seemed to enjoy that, bridge

Damn it! How was I supposed to reply to that? I couldn't, I won't.

I screamed in aggravation as soon as Daisy walked into our dorm.

"Hello to you too, sunshine!" She said sarcastically. "What's up with you?"

"Niall Horan," I sighed.

"Did you let him finger you again?" She smirked.

I gasped but broke out into a smile, "Daisy!" I threw a pillow at her playfully.

She laughed and threw it back.

"No but seriously, what's up with you two?" She all of a sudden turned serious. 

"I don't know! We messed around once, or should I even say that? I mean, he touched me, but I didn't touch him. But, anyways, he's acting like he owns me or something, and I know he really doesn't like me, but he's making it seem like he does, just so I'll start to like him then he'll end up in my pants! I know it, Daise!"

Her eyes widened, "Okay, Bridgette, you're over thinking this way too much. Maybe he just has a soft spot for you," She shrugged.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Says the girl who says he never changes for anyone. What the hell Daisy?" 

"Okay, I'm just saying, maybe, just maybe he has a soft spot for you. But I'm gonna stick with what I said before, he doesn't change for anyone. He's gonna stick with how he is now, it's his reputation, Niall Horan, the hot, beer pong king that fucks a different girl every other night. I'm not saying he wants to get into a relationship with you, but what I'm trying to say is that he might have a soft spot for you, and I have proof of it. He pleasured you, got nothing back, and now he's still chasing after you, even though you've been turning him down each and every one of his attempt's to get into your pants again. What you said made sense, but do you really think Niall would think about that and plan it all out? I mean, don't you think he would of gave up by now? And when I say he might have a soft spot for you, it means he's not a complete douchebag to you like he is to other girls. You're different to him, I guess."

Wow. That was true, but it was a lot to take in. 

"True, but I just don't want to talk about it anymore," I sigh, "Any plans for Friday?"

"Yeah, we're going to some house party, you coming?"

"Of course." I smile

The rest of the week went by awfully slow, and I had no encounters with Niall, but I'm sure tonight I would.

I was wearing a black, tight, dress and it fitted my curves perfectly. I was chatting up some really cute guy and he said his name was David, and he proposed for us to go back to his dorm.

As I was contemplating my answer, I saw none other than the big man on campus, Niall Horan, looking pissed as anything, gripping his beer so tightly that it looked like he could break the glass. His eyes were on me and David, and all he did was shake his head, telling me not to say yes.

"Bridgette? So what do you say?" David asked.

And that's when I noticed Niall was coming up to us.

Oh, lord.