"Does anyone know the answer ?"
As per usual , Niall's hand shoots straight in the air . He barely looks up from his notebook as the teacher calls on him . He says , with absolute confidence . "The answer is five . Well, more specifically Four point ninety five , but then the question said to round up to the first decimal. "
"Thank you , Niall ." Mrs. Wang looks at the rest of the class . "You are a brilliant example to the rest of the class ."
But you don't hear what she says next , as your eyes are on the back of Niall's hair . His glasses are set on the top of his desk , and his face is practically buried in a math textbook . Even from the two rows back , you can see his shimmer from how much gel he's using . But you don't blame him , after all , he has to do something to tame his hair .
"Y/N ? Am I interrupting your day dream? "
Your head snaps up , and you pray to all the Gods that your cheeks were not red as you thought. But then , of course , they were. "N-No , of course not , Miss ." You bite your lip as you hear someone laugh behind you .
It's Grant , the most popular guy in your grade . You roll your eyes as he snickers . "Y/N , if you need any help making your dream reality , you know where to find me ."
Niall's head glances up from his book , back at Grant , then at you , all while Mrs. Wang tried to settle the class again . "What are you looking at Horan ?" Grant leans forward on his desk . "Not like you can ever get any ."
Laughter erupts , and Mrs . Wang's eyes widened . "Grant apologize -"
"Sorry Miss ." Grant grins , while raising both of his hands . "I dont think I have anything to apologize for . You always said to tell the truth , and -"
"Cut the crap ." You turn around to glare at him. He raises his eyebrows , suprised that you let a cuss word excape from your mouth . "That was rude , and who are you to talk ? All this shit about sex , yet I've never seen you get to the first base . And I've been to all your infamous 'orgys' . So when , you are done being a dick , maybe you can grow a one ."
You turn back around, and you cant focus on Mrs. Wang threatening to call your parents because your cheeks are flaming . You can pratically feel Grant stare daggers into the back of your head , but there's nothing he can do about it because your brother was a senior , and his friends were practically your brothers too . And deep down , both you and Grant knew that one bad word from you to your brother and his face would be black and blue .
The class resumes , and you try hard to focus , but you keep seeing Niall in the corner of your vision . And he was looking back at you too. He pretended to check the time at the back of the class , but you caught him subtly casting a glance at you .
You looked down at the rest of the class ,afraid of your emotions.
The second you walk out of the classroom , Grant and his friends surround you .
"That was pretty rough , what you said back there ." All of them were six-feet tall , and it didn't help that heels weren't allowed in school . You try to ignore them as you walk to your locker . "Hey bitch , listen to me ."
You roll your eyes as Grant leans forward , smirking . "You know what they say ..... when they're mean , it means they like you ." You scoff , and he tilts his head to side . "Whatcha say babe ? We can ditch last period and go make out in my car ."
Slamming your locker shut , you look up at him with a fake smile . "First bitch then babe ? I've got another B word for you : Bastard . And when people are mean to you , it doesn't mean they like you , it means they don't . And I will never make out with you . Never hit on me again. "
You storm off , and you hear him call . "I like a girl who plays to get hard !" Turning the corner as quickly as you can , you end up bumping into someone and send papers flying everywhere.
"Oh , I'm so sorry ." You immediately drop to the ground , gathering them in your hands as quickly as possible . "I'm so sor-" Then you look up and see Niall . He's smiling at you shyly, adjusting his glasses .
"Its okay ." He says awkwardly , grabbing the papers from your hands and shoving them back into the folder , shutting it tightly . He sticks his hands . I'm Niall . We just had -"
"Math yeah I know ." You shake his hand , and you both rise to your feet simultaneously . His hands feels strong in yours . He let's go immediately . "I know you . We also have English, Science and Art together . I cant believe you dont know who I am ."
He shakes his head , smiling sheepishly . "No , I do ..... I just thought that you might not ."
"Why would I not ?" You grin . "You're literally the smartest person in the whole school ."
"Oh , yeah ," he looks at his feet . "I'm smart . That's why ."
"No , not just that ." You quickly say . You didnt want him to be upset . You didnt know why , but you just couldn't stand to see him sad . "You are smart , yes , but you're also funny . I love the references to How I Met Your Mother in your slam poetry ." You laugh . "I'm always dying in the corner ."
His blue eyes light up , and they are so beautiful . You almost say it out loud , but then he says . "Really ? I thought no one noticed .... and I gotta say .... your art ! You're so talented and it's almost hard to believe ."
"Thank you so much ." Your heart flutters . You open your mouth to carry on the conversation , when you hear someone behind you shout . "Y/N ! It's time to go PE !" "I'm sorry I got to go ." You say to Niall.
"Yeah , no it's fine ." He nods . "Have fun in PE ."
You laugh . "Like thats never gonna happen . See you in Art ?"
"Yeah ." He smiles , and you wonder why you never had a conversation with him before . "See you in Art ."
It's when you almost at the end of the hallway that you turn around and see Grant talking to Niall , in the same spot you were just in . The taller boy is leaning in close , and you could only guess what he was saying. Grant's eyes land on yours , and you shoot him the middle finger . He smiles , whispering something in Niall's ear .
Then he slams all of his folders on the ground , and paper goes flying everywhere again .
"Y/N , come on , we gotta go or Coach will kill us !" Your friend urges you along , and you nod , following after her .
You score all the goals for your team that day , and when your friends ask why are you so aggressive at flag football , you shrug and say . "I just picture the ball as a bomb , and the end zone as Grant's face ..."
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