Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 38

VIOLENCE IS KEY TO A GOOD PUNK FANFIC

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Marcel’s point of view

It was now the Friday proceeding Wendy’s news. 

I felt it odd that Wendy had not mentioned it to us before, since she’s know this fact for a little over a year now. It was just weird to think that Wendy would hide something like that, and it made me wonder why.

She had refused to talk about it much farther, but it now made sense as to why she had made Clare poor spaghetti onto Carolines head all those weeks ago. Something that at the time had seemed so petty, but now showed just how mischievous Wendy was being. 

She had stayed quiet during lunch the rest of the week as Niall and Jane planned how they would carry out this plan with Caroline and Bailey. They wanted to make sure that they did it just right as to not lead either of them into any direction that could lead them to us. 

I had gotten no farther in my search for clues as to what had happened with Derek and my sister. To be honest, I haven’t really looked into it very much. Something in the back of my mind held me back from looking in my sisters room for any clues. It seemed only logical to imagine that something would be there that could lead me to what happened that night. Still, it seemed as though I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that I didn’t really want to know what had happened.

I emptied my locker after the last bell rang and soon felt the presence of someone standing next to me.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Niall asked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

“What, do you want to take me on a date?” I joked.

“I won’t take you anywhere if you make it seem like that,” he looked disgusted.

I just laughed at him, “I’m kidding. It’s called sarcasm.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he got straight back on track.

“I don’t believe so Niall. What is so important?” I slammed my locker shut and we started walking.

“There’s another match tonight, and I thought you might want to go since you seemed to enjoy the other one.”

“Underground boxing?”

“Yeah, same place.”

I shrugged. “Sure, I don’t see why not. Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Yeah,” he said, “Around nine would be a good time.”

“Alright, are you going to have something for me to wear again?”

“Just find a white shirt or something and whatever dark jeans you can find. And get the gel out of your hair. No one gels their hair anymore. Have you ever thought about contacts?”

“I have a pair, but I don’t like them very much.”

“You should put them in,” he suggested.

“I don’t see why I couldn’t wear them for a little while.” I pushed the doors open as we exited the school.

“I’ll see you at nine,” he waved weakly as he turned to walk in the direction of the back of the building. He went there everyday after school now and I couldn’t help but feel like it’s because he was going to see Bailey, but whenever I asked he would just say it’s how he got home.