My Secret Admirer

Chapter 11

*-NIALL'S POV-*

Rachel had finally sent me a message on AIM after waiting for 5 fucking years. She said her mom was pissed about the fire, and she is grounded for a week. She is only allowed to go to school, then come straight back home. She told me how bored she was going to be because she couldn't go anywhere for this whole week. I feel like this is all partially my fault, because like she said, if I wouldn't have shown up at her house, she wouldn't have left the kitchen unattended, and it never would have happened. God, I'm such a fuck up.

She said she had to go because her mom was coming to take her laptop away. Then she signed off, leaving me staring blankly at the screen, part of me wishing that she would come back. That girl has the strangest effect on me, I swear.

My thoughts wonder off to how she is in bed. I know it's hard to believe for a lot of people, but I'm still a virgin. Most people usually think I'm not though, just because of the way I look. Well fuck them for judging. This is just the way I like to dress myself, and it suits me well. Especially this lip ring.

I wonder if I could ever get Rachel to sleep with me? The more I think about it, I probably couldn't. She isn't very gullible and is actually really smart. She would never fall for that. I bet she's never even had experience with a guy before. Just like me. I've never had any experience with girls before. Simply because they didn't like the way I acted, or the way I dressed. Fuck, I can't help it. Nobody ever gives me a fucking chance and I'm getting real tired of that shit.

I wake up the next morning in a god awful mood. Mostly because I don't like being awakened by that damn alarm. Fuck, I forgot. It's Monday.

Mom has already left for work, which left me home alone. I could always skip, but a part of me was saying not to because I wanted to see a certain somebody today. So I roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom as I yawn. God, I hate mornings. Especially since I have to wake up at 7. That's too damn early for me.

I look at myself in the mirror and run my hands up through my thick hair. It was a mess, as like most mornings it was. I strip down and take a steaming hot shower. I wonder what it would be like to shower with Rachel? The thought alone nearly makes me go hard.

I step out after taking a four minute shower and run the towel through my hair, then wrap it around my waist. I brush my teeth then head back to my room. I put on my usual pair of ripped black jeans and a plain white tee shirt. I run my hands back up through my hair after it is almost dry, and style it upwards in the front. The only thing I actually really cared about was my hair, mainly because that's what I get complimented on the most.

I slip on a pair of black socks, followed by supras. I grab my god awful backpack then head out the door to my car. I glance at the time and notice that, for once, I'm running a little early and not going to be late for class.

I arrive to school and park in my normal spot. Nobody dared to ever take my spot because they knew I would kick their ass if they did. I grab my bag and walk towards the school building. I hated this place. I think most of my bad memories were set in this place. Even the name of the school made me want to puke. Hillcrest. It sounded like one of those awful reality tv shows. I could jut picture what the name of the show would be called, "Hillcrest High". Pretty damn stupid if you ask me.

I walk up the steps and get a few stares from people as I pass by them. What's their problem? Do I look like a fucking animal or something?

"Fuck off." I hiss at them. I was already in a horrible mood, and they only made my tempter rise.

A girl glances at me one more time, then returns talking to her other two friends. I know they are whispering about me because they keep looking at me then lean their heads in towards one another. I try to ignore them as I open the main doors and watch all of the hormonal teenagers flood the halls.