:::::::::::::Monday Morning::::::::::::::::::
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"nfushammja!" I stuffed my face into my pillow more than it already was. I trudge out if bed making my way to the shower.
I let the water heat up and looked at my morning appearance. Ew! I stepped in the shower letting the warm water trickle down my skin and massaged my head with shampoo and conditioner.
I stepped out with my towel on me. Now for the outfit.... I'll go with a navy blue shirt with sleeves that cover only half of your arm, denim shorts and some black vans.
I slipped on some navy blue bracelets as well. Next thing, my hair. I dried my long chocolate brown hair and did a side fishtail braid.
Makeup time! Yay! *Note the sarcasm* To be honest, I never liked wearing makeup. But as long as it covered up my scars, cuts and bruises, I'm good.
I added foundation with a bit of concealer. For the eyeshadow, I put on a natural peach/beige color and a very thin line of eyeliner and mascara.
I added EOS because I really don't like lipgloss.
Done! I grabbed my bag and quietly made my way downstairs. He's sleeping, hopefully he never wakes up. I grabbed an apple and slipped through the door.
School was a block away so I'll walk. I plugged my earphones in and tuned out all the surroundings behind me.
Timber filled my ears. Multiple cars passed by yelling out colorful words to me. I couldn't hear what they were saying because of the music but I could read lips.
Same school as always. There's this section in the courtyard and in the field just for the populars. The library
For the bookworms. And then there's me, the normal one.
I have some friends but we're never mean to anyone. The populars hate me and my group. The main bitch of them all is Brittany.
Every guy wants her. All they want is to get in her pants and she knows that. She likes that. Unlike her, I would like to have a relationship with someone who is dedicated and not a complete ass hole.
"Same table table at lunch?" I ask. "Yup!" Hunter says popping the P. "bye" I smile. They reply with a simple bye as I'm walking to first period.
I sat in my usual seat near the back. Mostly everyone was here except Louis. Normal.
I was doodling something on my paper when the door flew open. "Ah yes! Class this is our new student Niall!" my teacher chimed. I still didn't look up from my paper. "And Louis, detention" she finished.
I felt someone fill the seat next to me. I look up and see the same blond/ lilac tattoo piercing guy who's name happened to be Niall.
"Hey princess, remember me?" He smirks.

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Irresistible •Punk Niall•
Dla nastolatkówI'm Jade Peterson, 17 years old. I have bright emerald green eyes and brown straight hair. I have bruises and scars on my body along with some cuts. My father is an alcoholic freak, not to mention drug addicts. He has this whole gang that won't hesi...