Cold Water (Dark Niall)

1: "I feel like I'm about to throw up in my mouth every time I see him."

Sooo here it is :D I really hope you enjoy this chapter, and thank you so much for the comments on the summary, they make my day x

Before you read, you should know a few things:

-this book isn't a continuation of TDB, TOTGA, or BIAS, even though the characters are the same

-the plot will be different of course, and Rey won't have an eating disorder in the story (maybe some signs but nothing too graphic for now, unless it will fit the plot or i get an idea about where i will go with it)

-there is going to be girlxgirl and boyxboy in the story, so if you're uncomfortable, please don't read and don't leave rude comments

-the school system will be the american one, because i, as well as many of you i think, are used to that

- i also linked the character list + how some things look as the external link, so check that out :D

That's it for now :) I hope you enjoy the first chapter, and let me know what you like/don't like by leaving comments throughout the story

p.s. Make sure you read the end notes x

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Rey's POV

"This is shit." My little brother, Jason, says as he walks into the kitchen on this dreadful Monday morning. And, to be fair, I completely understand him.

It's our first day of school; he's a freshman, and I'm a senior. So you can imagine how happy we both are to start the school year.

"The day hasn't even started." Rosa, our maid/ex-babysitter/ex-nanny says as she moves around the kitchen to pack our lunches. Because if there is one thing I learned from my past three years in public school, it's that the cafeteria food is definitely not safe. And since I always get an earful every time I go out somewhere to eat during our lunch break, I decided to ask Rosa to make us lunch this year.

"Yeah, but it's already shit." Jason complains and sits down across from me at the table. "Pure shit. I've never woken up at fuckin' seven in the morning since...ever."

"Well, our school starts at nine, so you better get your shit together, because I don't want to wait in the queue for my schedule. Also, your private school days are over." I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

I moved to a public school in ninth grade because I got kicked out from the private school I was attending for, as they had put it, 'misbehavior'. Oh, like it's a crime to smoke a cigarette in an all-girl's catholic school bathroom (apparently it was, because I got kicked out and my parents sent me to a public high school). My brother had to pick between a really bad private school or my public school (because he isn't that smart), and he chose my school, because he was apparently fed up with all the 'rich snobs'.

"I won't make it through the week Renee." He whines and starts eating his cereal.

I roll my eyes at him because he just used my full name, and he only does that when he's pissed at me. "Just hurry up, because I have to pick up Jake and Sophia as well, and I want to get a good parking spot."

He sadly nods into his bowl and I stand up from the table to go fill up my coffee flask.

"Morning."

I turn around to see my father come into the kitchen with a briefcase in hand, which he places on the counter. "I've got a meeting in Manchester today, so I'll be home tomorrow. I'll leave some money for the two of you, but I think your mother comes back tonight."

Oh, yeah. My "mother". And I'm not putting quotes because she's my stepmother; I'm putting quotes because she's rarely home due to her profession. She's starred in a lot of movies and is sort of a big deal in England. In fact, such a big deal, that she's flown to Hollywood to an audition for a blockbuster.