Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 21

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Niall's POV

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I don't know why I fucked Deana, honestly it was all just stupid. I can't say I regret it though, she was pretty good, but she was fucking annoying. Of course we just did missionary, boring. I hated when girls didn't wanna get involved in sex, but at least with Bridgette she was bucking her hips, trying to get as involved in it as she could.

She was mad, I know it. She still is actually, and I wish she wasn't. I could really go for a round two, but she'd never be up for that. I could get her in the mood though, her and I both know that. The thing is, I don't have a chance to prove it. She's not gonna hang out with me after I fucked her and left, other girls would though. But she's not like other girls, she's different. She's somebody I can actually hangout with, somebody I could actually tolerate being around with no sexual innuendos.

I wonder if she still has feelings for me. It's been a week since it all happened, but she hasn't talked to me at all. I felt relieved that she wasn't being a sappy bitch to me, but a little small part of me missed her. Not just the fucking, but just having somebody around me that wasn't annoying and wasn't a boy. She was cool and nice, and thinking about her made me miss her even more. I was tempted to call her, but what if she was busy? What if she was with Evan? Can't figure out unless I call her.

She didn't answer, but it wasn't really a shocker. I knew she wasn't going to answer, she wasn't as into me. I don't get why she was mad at me though, she knew I wasn't gonna drop everything for her. She knows I don't do girlfriends, and if I stayed there after Evan left, she'd expect sympathy and I'm not good with that stuff. I never was good with it, and I don't think I'll ever be. She'd think I was going soft on her, and then I'd have to make it clear with her that I'm not, and she'd get hurt. I mean, if she got hurt it wasn't my concern. It never would be, but for some reason I felt bad about walking out.

She probably didn't even care anymore, she was probably with Evan or whatever right now. But I didn't do anything wrong, so why am I overthinking all of this? I shouldn't be. There's a party here tonight, and people are probably coming in around now since it's already ten. I wonder if Bridgette's gonna be here, probably not considering she knows I'm always at the parties. She's been purposely avoiding me, if I see her at college she'll turn around and walk the other way, if she heard I was going to be somewhere, she wouldn't go. Just like she's going to do tonight. The thing is, if she does come, she's gonna ignore me. I'd chase her, anyways.

"Niall! C'mon, come downstairs, people are coming in!" Somebody shouted from downstairs and I happily obliged, putting a snapback on my head before running downstairs.

There was a good amount of people here so far and I was surprised at that, but I wasn't complaining. I scanned the room over, checking if she was here but she wasn't. Not yet at least. I was gonna go in the kitchen and call a game or beer pong or something, but it was too early for that. So I grabbed a beer from there and went back into the living room, finding a couch to sit on. There was one with no making out couples occupied on it so I sat on that one by myself and kind of just looked over the room. People were already drunk and my mind was boggled by that, I couldn't understand how people could get drunk so early into the party. To me, it was stupid and it was even more stupid for the people who were gonna play a drinking game later. Fucking idiots.