Greaser

4. "I think it's a bad Idea"

M A R Y

Perfect little life. I huffed to myself, hoping Diana hadn’t heard me. His words kept playing through my mind, and I couldn’t help but disagree completely. My life at home was far from perfect, hell my social life wasn’t all that perfect either!

“Mary.” I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts at the sound of Diana’s voice. “Are you going with anyone to the dance this Friday?” she grinned. I shrugged, I wonder if Niall would be going this Friday night. “Newly single girl and all, maybe you should go looking hot. Meet some of the nicer guys at this school other than my brother.” She laughed. I smiled shyly, my mind still fixated on Niall. Fixated on the way he carried his body when he walked, the way he stared off into the distance while people talked to him. Just the mere thought of him staring at me, sent shivers down my spine.

“No. I-I don’t think I’m going to go. The guy I’m interested in knowing probably won’t be there anyway.” I shrugged. It was bad, I know. He was bad a possible killer at that, and I’ve only engaged in somewhat of a real conversation with the guy, what? Two or three times tops. Plus, each time he was a stuck up- okay not so stuck up but he was rude and topic dodging. Much more than I would like, but there is something about him that is just… off. There has to be a part of him that wants to fall in love right? Part of him that actually cares.

“You’re not… thinking about going after Niall are you?”

I scrunched my nose, pulling my eye brows together to seem disgusted in the idea to say the least. “No.” I laughed, “No way. Why would you think that?” I grabbed the nail polish from her grip and started to paint my own nails. “Besides—I’ve only talked to him a few times.” not that I’ve been counting. And I’ve only really known of his existence for two weeks at the most. By known I mean, seeing him around. Up until that whole Dale confrontation the first time I didn’t even know he went to this school. I’ve only heard of his ‘don’t mess with me’ reputation.

“If it counts, I think it’s a bad idea.” She paused, glancing over at me. “Getting to know Niall. If he really killed that guy out of anger, he can’t be any better than you dad, Mary.” I sighed. Remembering that just last week my dad got so mad at my mom that he threw a his glass of liquor at her and nearly cut her head open. “Sorry.” She muttered sincerely. I shrugged.

“You don’t know that he killed that guy, so maybe not.” I suggested.

“I just don’t think that you should involve yourself with Niall.” It’s a little too late for that. “Even if he did help that time with Dale. That doesn’t mean he’s a guy who is always going to come to your rescue.” But he has. Somehow he has been there every time Dale has confronted me or even been near me.

“He didn’t… rescue me.” I shook my head in denial, maybe it was just a coincidence. But there was a reason he was helping me and I just didn’t know what it was. He could have just kept walking that night—or he could have not cut in the first time either. But both times he decided to stop dale from harming me in some way. “I just don’t think he’s exactly like most people portray him that’s all. I just want to know.”

I sighed, hearing the sound of my parents fighting once again downstairs. “Sorry.” I mumbled.

“We can go to my house tonight? Doesn’t matter to me.” She stated, giving me a comforting smile. It didn’t take even a minute for me to agree to sleep at her house tonight, it’s almost like I lived there by now. With how many nights a week I sneak over there. Not that I need to ‘sneak’ exactly. My parents never notice anyway, it’s like I’m not even wanted around here.