My Secret Admirer

Chapter 12

*-RACHEL'S POV-*

School was now over, and I am sitting here outside on a bench waiting for my mom to pick me up. She is running late today for some reason, and I really just want to go home. I only like being at school until 3:00, when we were dismissed.

I feel a presence next to me, and I look over to find, none other than, Niall.

"What?" I ask with a firm tone. I was in a bad mood today. I think it might almost be that time of the month.

"Why are you sitting out here alone?" he asks and rests his arm over the back of the bench.

I roll my eyes, "I'm obviously waiting for my mom to pick me up."

"Well excuse me for not knowing that," he defends. Now I feel bad for snapping at him. Wait, why should I feel bad for him? He's already put me through enough shit to last a life time.

We sit in silence for awhile longer. It was a bit awkward, but not quite. I'm not even sure why he was sitting here waiting with me.

"You can leave if you want," I say.

"Nah, I'll wait here until your mom comes."

"Wow, how sweet," I say sarcastically, which earns a laugh from Niall.

Mom finally shows up. I get up and walk to the car. Before I get in, Niall yells something to me.

"See ya!"

I look back and he has suddenly disappeared. I look around and he is absolutely no where in sight. How did he get away so quickly?

"How was school?" mom asks when I get in.

"Don't avoid the fact that you were late picking me up today," I say.

"Well it looks like you had plenty of company from Niall."

If only she knew that he wasn't very much company. We hardly even spoke the entire time.

I shrug, "I guess."

Mom drives us over to My favorite place, Taco Bell. We go through the drive thru and just decide to take it all back home with us.

"Thank god, I'm starving!" Gabe says when we walk through the door with food. He completely snatches it from my hands and runs up to his room. Wow. He must be completely famished or something.

"I'll eat in a little bit," I say to mom and head upstairs to check my instant messages. For some reason, I feel like Niall has sent me one. Not that I care or anything, I'm just curious. That's all.

I open my laptop and log on to find to my surprise, that he in fact did send me an IM.

him: did you make it home ok?

me: why do you care so much?

him: I'll take that as a yes..

me: why do you keep talking to me?

him: it's not me, it's you

me: I'm not doing anything

him: neither am I

me: then stop

him: stop what?

me: gah! stop it

him: you're confusing me

me: ditto.

him: gotta go, see ya butthead ;)

me: enough with the nickname

him: nah, I'm good

I groan in frustration and sign off. Honestly, that nickname didn't bug me too much, but in a way, it did. Yes, I lead a complicated life. I never seem to make sense anymore.