Chapter 7
Jessie's POV
I honestly though that they would try to be nice. How could they? The only nice one was the Irish one and that bothered me that they couldn’t all try to be nice to me. So eventually I ditched their rude asses in the tv room to go into the kitchen to make myself a late lunch. But as soon as I heard the kitchen door close I heard it open again and saw that the Irish blonde had followed me into the kitchen I was relieved that it wasn’t one of the other guys but at the same time I wanted him to leave me in peace. But to no prevail, he didn’t get my telepathy message.
Do they ever talk other than to each other?
Hey why don’t you talk first?
Why should I? He followed me.
Because that would be the polite thing to do.
Whatever.
I started to make myself a sandwich and I heard a murmur but he thought that I hadn’t heard what he said so I turned around and asked him the question he wanted me to ask.
“Would you like a sandwich too Blondie?”
"Uh, uhm, uhm, uh, sure?"
"I'm not going to fucking poison it, so calm the fuck down with your stuttering Blondie."
"Uh, I'm Niall."
"Cool."
"Tell me about yourself, Jessie."
"I don't like being very social."
"I can tell" Niall murmured under his breath.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"
"Uh, nothing. Yeah, nothing."
Uh huh, sure it was nothing. Nothing that he wanted me to hear.
Niall's POV
All I wanted to know why after me being the only nice one was she being so rude to me for no reason, but I had to admit that she was extremely pretty. But I wouldn't ever say that infront of the boys.
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