Bad Boy [N.H.]

Chapter 3

The next morning Val wakes me up around 11:40. Last night consisted of a lot of drinking.

Louis pulled up to a public bar. Really, Louis.

We walked in, the heavy smell of liquor devouring our senses. Niall led us over to the bar, ordering a pint for everyone.

I sat on the stool, my feet barely touching the foot rest. I spun around and round as Niall sat next to me, staring intently. Laughter came out of his mouth as I looked up to him.

After finishing pint 1, I ordered the second.

"Is anyone starving?" Niall questioned to no one in particular.

"Very" I told him. The bartender who's name tag said Harry, handed me the menus winking before leaving. I smiled to him. Turning to give the other menu to Louis and Val, I came across Niall's face. His smirk from earlier was replaced with an obvious glare directed towards Harry.

I shook it off and tapped his shoulder. He looked down at the menu and to me.

"Are you done?" he questioned. I nodded and he got another bartenders attention. "Can we get an order of... spicy chicken wings, and jalepeño poppers." He turned to me.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I'm not using your money." I spoke to him. I don't like people paying anything for me, it makes me feel like the lesser person.

"I said I got it." he became more angry. I rolled my eyes, telling the bartender that i'd only like another pint.

Ten minutes rolled pass, and Harry came back holding our food. I grabbed my pint, which had paper taped to the side. I ripped it off, opening it.

It had his name, number and a note that said, "give me a call sometime" and he walked off again. As I put his number in my cell phone and put the paper onto the counter, Niall grabbed it and shredded it.

"I don't want you calling him." Niall whispered to me.

"Why not" I asked.

"He's just a prick, trying to get you in bed"

"You're the prick! And you've been trying to get me in bed" I gave him a serious look.

"Still am" his smirk came back.

I hit him and went back to finishing my beer and eating Niall's food.

I don't remember much after that. I think I had a few more pints. Although I recall going outside to smoke, Niall following me and pushing me against the wall, hands on either side of me.

Wow, must've been pretty rough.

Tomorrow Val and I start our first days of Freshman year. The school combines the Freshman and Sophmore classes together. Which I completely disagree with, I think that every year should have their own separate classes, but it's whatever.

Today consisted of a massive hangover, the television, and preparing for classes. That night I sat in my closet picking through many articles of clothing finally coming across something that caught my attention.

My denim high waisted shorts and a black crop top that was covered with purple, yellow, and pink flowers. I then walked over to my shoes, grabbing black vans.

Tomorrow I only had two classes, one at 8:00 am, the other at 1:00 pm. The first class was American Literature, and the second was for photography practices.

After going over my schedule, putting folders, notebooks (etc), and picking my outfit, I went to bed happy with how the day went; quietly, maybe too quietly.