Liams little sister

Chapter Eighteen

Nichole's POV

Today is the day i come back to school. Harry has texted me all week as he promised and they get back in 7 weeks.

My dad left to go save some kids in Africa or some shit so I'm stuck for 2 months with Robbin.

But it's not all bad I got my car back.

I get out of my car and walk to the door if my high school.

When I open everyone turns to me and states at me, well mostly my stomach.

"Quit your fucking staring". I say giving them the bird as I walk to my locker pulling my bag higher on my shoulder.

I open my locker and throw my bag inside grabbing my math book before I could shut it, it closes.

I look to see who did it and see Lillian. I guess you could say we FUCKING hate each other.

"See you finally", she says pointing and looking at my stomach.

"Yeah so", I say slapping her hand away.

"So who's the dad, some hobo you met at a bar", she asks laughing.

"No you slut, he's my finance", I say holding up my hand to show her the ring.

"O really what's his name then", she asks.

"Harry Styles", I say glaring.

"Yeah right, your brother band mate in you fucking dreams" she laughs.

"It's true", I say

"Prove it", she says crossing her arms.

"Okay", I say pulling out my phone and going threw my contacts tell I see Harry (babe) and showing it to her.

I hit the call button and it rings twice before he picks up.

I pull her into the girls bathroom and put it on specked.

"Hey", he says excited.

"Hey babe", I say smirking.

She looks at me questionably still not believing me probably

"What up sweetie, how are our babies", he asks.

"There good", I say turning to look at her she is looking at me in defeat.

"That's great babe, well I got to go, have fun at school, I love you and will call you tonight", he says

"I love you to babe bye", I say hanging up.

"See bitch don't be such a fuck head", I say walking out the door and to my class the late bell rings but I don't care.

I walk into math and everybody turns and looks at me.

"Late pass", Mrs. Tuchman says.

"Nope", I say taking a seat in the back.

"You know what that means", she says scolding me.

"No I don't, but I bet your gonna tell me", I say crossing my legs and putting them on my desk.

"Detention", she says turning to her bored.

"Scary", I say crossing my arms.

"Shall we make it two", she says turning around.

"Shall we make it two", I mock using a tone like her.

"Stop mocking me", she scoffs.

"Whatever", I say glaring at her.

"That's it circle now", she says writing a slip for the circle and a detention.

I get up and take them. I walk out into the hallway.

Incase you were wondering. The circle is we're you go for detention during classes.

I hold the record for being sent there the most.

I walk to the door and pull out my phone. Snapping a picture of the detention sign before entering.

"Hi Miss.Q", I say taking a seat at the small table in the middle of the room.

"Nichole?", she questions looking up from her desk at me.

"In the flesh", I say smiling and posting the picture in Instagram with a caption saying.

Fucking school, stupid detention. Why did I come back?

"I thought you moved", she says standing up.

"O my deary", she says walking over to me.

"Are you", she stutters.

"Yeah, I am", I answer knowing she's referring to the life inside of me.

"Nichole dear, do you even know the father". she asks sounding concerns.

"Yes", I say holding up my hand to let her see the ring.

"Who is it, do you have a picture", she asks.

I shack my head yes and pull out my phone scrolling through my photos.

I settle on the one of me and Harry on the couch watching tv together that Niall took.

"Hey, he's that boy band guy", she says pulling her glasses up.

"Yeah", I say locking my phone and turning to her.

"Isn't he is a band with your brother", she says sitting across for me.

"Yep", I say popping a piece of gum into my mouth.

"Well congrats", she smiles.

"It wasn't the plan if that's what your thinking", I say smile at her.

"I know dear", she smiles back.

"So how far along are you", she says poking at my slight baby bump.

"A month and a half". I say leaning back.

"You look a little big, about two and a half months if you ask me" she says looking at me questionably.

"O it's twins", I say almost forgetting myself.

"O my dear you are going to have a tough time", she shakes her head and stands up and walks to her desk.

"I know", I say getting up as the bell rings.

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DETENTION SCARY