Dead Bodies (Niall Horan)

Chapter 3

Niall Horan. That was his name. I know because at lunch, everyone was talking about him. I even had people come up and ask me about him. In which I replied for them to 'fuck off.' It earned a couple of eye rolls.

I do admit, he was very attractive. In that badass sort of way. But his personality ruined it all. No, I don't like a boy who is always mushy and sweet, but Niall was just a plain dick head.

"So, um, I'm going to go shopping this Saturday for my Prom dress. Will you come with me?" Janie asked me. She was sitting across from me, eating a turkey sandwich I'm guessing.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke before me. "I'm not asking if you'll go to prom. I'm just asking if you'll help me with my first prom."

"Of course." I smiled. Janie smiled back at me and replied with a 'thank you.'

"So what's up with this Niall guy?" Janie asked with curiosity showing in her eyes.

"He's a total dick head." I grumbled. Janie laughed, but stopped short when we heard a voice beside me.

"Am I really?" I could already tell he was smirking. He sat down beside me. The whole table I was at stopped talking and it filled with tension. But Niall didn't seem to notice.

"Emerald." he sighed. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"How do you know my name?" I asked. He chuckled and twirled my hair around his finger.

"These girls here are desperate, aren't they?" he winked at me. I slapped his hand so he would stop touching my hair. What is up with him and touching?

"Pig." I growled. He threw his head back and howled a laughter.

"Don't worry, princess. Emerald is too weird for me. I like princess better." he stated.

"It is not weird! It's unique and has meaning behind it!" I defended my name. It had a story behind it. Just because he didn't understand the name does not make it weird.

He threw his hands up in front of him. "Woah, sorry princess. I didn't mean to make fun of your 'unique name.'" he did air quotes around 'unique name'.

"Shut up." I mumbled before the bell rang to end lunch and our pointless argument.

Janie caught up with me as I was escaping the cafeteria. "Wow, he really is a dickhead." she stated as I shoved through the damn crowd.

"Yep." I told her. I pushed a couple of guys standing in the middle of the hallway out of my way. I stayed looking straight until I reached my locker; to throw my things in there.

Since this period is my track, I didn't need to bring any notebooks with me. Just my track bag, filled with my equipment.

"See ya later, Janie." I said before walking my way to the running track.

I decided to take track when the school made us take either: art (which I am horribly bad at.) Cheer or dance (my body can not bend like those girls.) Or football (at which I did consider, just to tackle someone. But then backed away when I realized how big the guys on the team were.)

So instead I took track. I do quite enjoy track. I love running, so why not?

I went inside the girls bathroom, to change into my track shorts. They were yellow, which did not quite go good with my blindly pale legs. I promised to get tan over this summer, but I knew I would either burn or peel. That's how it normally turns out for me when I go to the lake with Briley.

The coach lined us up and told us to do stretches and exercises. She was in a grumpy mood today. Must be her time of the month. Nah, she's too old to have periods.

"Emerald, pay attention. Coach Micky doesn't look to happy today." I heard a girl who's name I think is Bethany interrupts me from my weird thoughts. I'm pretty sure we have Algebra together. She's a very pretty girl. Her hair was long and shiny gold. And her eyes were a ocean colored blue. It made my brown eyes look dull. She was everything a boy would want. But in my opinion, she is a goody goody. Doesn't EVER want to get in trouble.

"Sorry." I struggled from laughing. She looked confused, but looked straight ahead to hear the coach ramble on about our attitudes. She always does this, yell about our attitudes. It takes her almost the whole damn time we have in track for her to finish her fucking speech.

By the time track was over, all of us smelled horrible and were covered in sweat. We took turns using the shower, which we never actually used for the showers purpose. We just to change in it.

I absolutely hated the gym showers, but I didn't want to smell bad all day like that kid named Stinky Sam in my class. Yeah, it was pretty immature to name him like that, but I was in 4th grade when I gave the kid the name. Stuck with him ever since. So I just go to the sink with soap and wash underneath my arms.

"Emerald? Are you almost done in there?" I heard a female voice ask from behind the shower curtain. Don't even ask why we only have one fucking shower, I don't know. It was a pretty shitty idea, to who ever came up with it.

After slipping my Toms back on, I ran out the door to my track bag. I stuffed my shorts and tennis shoes in the bag and walked over to the coach.

"You can go ahead and go." the couch dismisses me. I thanked her and walked to my next class, science. Which isn't too far of a walk from the running track.

Science was my favorite class. The teacher is young and fun. He wasn't to bad looking, for a teacher. He was probably in his late 20's.

And I also just really loved science. It always made me curious. Especially learning about space. That was by far my favorite topic in science.

I already have a smile on my lips as I walk into the classroom. But it falls off my face as I realize someone is in my normal seat. The seat that the teacher assigned to me at the beginning of the year.

And that someone is none other than Niall Horan.

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Yus guys, it's one of my boring Authors notes! Yay! (note the sarcasm.) I want to dedicate this chapter to my best friend, Breanna. I thought this book was horrible. I was even going to delete it. But then Breanna gave me a pep talk about it and I thought it was good. So thank you Breanna. And I know the plot of the book. You guys WILL NOT guess what happens! Love y'all more than Mariah Carey.

~Kathryn ~(• •)~