Set Fire To My Frozen Heart (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

2. My Big Mouth

The bell was about to ring. Then I would have to go talk to Mrs. Wayland about my dumbass paper. That dumbass paper that I lost when my computer crashed. All because of One Direction.

Stupid ass gay boy band. This was all their fault. What was so great about them anyways? Why were girls going gaga over them? They were just five boys who only talked about girls and more girls. They weren't even that cute. Yes, something about these weird ass boys had all the girls in love with them. And some boys too I guess. I just didn't understand it.

It's just weird, and I guess I'll never understand what people see in those toddler looking boys. 

Those 6 year olds that were about to ruin my life.

The bell rang and I watched as all of my fellow classmates ran out of the classroom and screamed, thanking god it was summer vacation. 

As for me, I stayed seated in my seat, sighing deeply and wishing that I could be running out with them, screaming, "Screw you school!" and going to Cole Williams Beginning of the Summer Blowout Party that was going to be starting in just a few hours.

But no, of course not. Instead I was sitting here, wallowing in my misery, watching as the last kid walked out of the room. 

Mrs. Wayland looked up from her work and noticed that everyone had left except me. Luckly old me.

"Lexi Matthews, now that everyone has left, would you like to turn in your paper?" she motioned for me to come forward. 

I took a deep breath, and just sat in my seat. I normally don't get nervous, because hell, I'm me. I don't get nervous. But sitting here, just a few desks away from the world's worst teacher, damn, my stomach was in knots.... Again, thank you One Direction.

"Ms. Matthews, did you hear me?" she watched me intently, her dark eyes piercing into me.

God, those eyes... That dumb bitch was just making me feel more and more sick. My fate rested in her hands, and I already knew that I was in deep trouble. And once again, who do I have to thank for that? 

One Direction.

I took a deep breath and stood up, and walked over to her desk, my hands empty, and kept trying to coax myself into not looking nervous. This wasn't me. Nervous, hell no. I'm a tough chick, I do not get nervous, not even around this dumb broad. 

"Ms. Matthews," she eyed my hands, and sat forward in her seat, folding her hands together in front of her, "you do remember that your paper is due today, correct?"

God, the way she talked. It was like I was stupid, and just hearing that knocked my nervousness out of me, and instead, I was starting to get pissed.

"Ms. Matthews, answer the question... where is your paper?" Mrs. Wayland squinted, her eyes turning into slits.

I crossed my arms and sighed. God, I don't know how I made it through the whole school year with this lady. "I don't have it."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really now.... And why don't you have it? We have been discussing this for the oast week. I gave you a week extension. If you didn't turn in your paper today, you would flunk the class."

I made a face. Nag, nag, nag, this teacher.... 

"My comptuer crashed last night Mrs. Wayland. I had almost all of it finished and it crashed and completely died."

She said nothing for a moment. She studied me for a few moments, her eyes searching my face. I could tell that she was contemplating whether or not to believe me. 

"Ms. Matthews, are you telling me the truth?" her voice had a slight edge to it. She wasn't believing it. 

I stared at her and frowned. "Of course I am."

"And you expect me to believe this? After all the the other failed attempts to turn in your assignments Ms. Matthews?"

"Excuse me?" I stared at her in disbelief. 

"You know exactly what I am talking about. 'Mrs. Wayland, my dog died.' I know for a fact that you do not have a dog. 'Mrs. Wayland, I had the flu, that's why I couldn't turn in my assignment', when in fact you were out the night before the assignment was due until 4 in the morning and almost got arrested. Or should I remind you about the time you said your younger sister was in the hospital, when in fact, she wasn't? You are a liar Ms. Matthews."

Okay, maybe she had a point with the first two. I had lied about those two, because I was trying to get out of the damn assignments, but did she really just bring up my sister? My sister?? And call me a damn liar?

My nostrils flared and I glared at her, slamming my hands down on the desk, making the desk shake. She stared up at me, obviously shocked. "The last one was not a lie.... You know that.... And you have no right to call me a liar you dumbass bitch!" I screamed into her face.

And that, apparently, was not the right thing to say... at all. 

Thank you One Direction.

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***PS. Please read and tell me what you think! I'm having fun with Lexi, she's argumentive if you haven't noticed. I hope you like it, and critque me!***