The Pretty Little One

Chapter 20: Cheaters Never Prosper

“We’re sorry, Janna, but it’s just not going to work out if you’re dating Niall again,” What? Didn’t they just give me my job back? Well, then again they probably didn’t approve of me and Niall dating for the second time. Now that I think about it, they probably didn’t approve of him breaking up with Eden either. They hate me and I don’t know why, I don’t make Niall look bad, in fact, Eden made him look bad.

Eden Walsh is the type of person that doesn’t care about anything besides her tattoos, brand name clothes, Starbucks and sex. And if they want Niall Horan, little innocent Niall Horan (as seen by fans) to be dating this trash, then he’s going to end up changing too and I don’t think directioners would be too appreciative of that.

“What do you mean, I’m fired?” I asked, I could tell the lady on the phone was shocked from how I was talking to her, and honestly, I was shocked too. “Janna, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules, and I just make the phone calls.” She said, and then hung up. I can’t believe it. Once everything was just getting back together again, it begins to slowly fall apart.

I looked at the clock; it was almost 11pm. Niall wasn’t supposed to be home until 6am because they’re supposed to be recording all night. “A little drink couldn’t hurt,” I said to myself as I grabbed my purse and put on my coat and shoes. That was another thing I did when a cigarette couldn’t help my stress, I drank. I don’t drink often, but when I do, I get drunk, really drunk, and it takes at least three people (not including myself) to remember what happened the night before. Except tonight I’m determined to get home before 1am and not be as drunk as I usually get.

Once I got there, only three other people were there, including the bartender. There was one drunken guy who sat in the corner, covered in his own vomit and sweat, and the other guy was Matt Fisher, some guy I went to high school with.

Matt has sleek black hair, and bushy eyebrows, he has pale skin, but not too pale and a flashy smile that can get you hooked by the second. I used to have a crush on him, it was one of those ironic little middle school crushes when the girl likes the bully because she thinks because he teases her he likes her, when in fact he just doesn’t like her and is being an ass.

I sat a few seats down from him then ordered a drink and took out my phone and started playing on it. The bartender handed me my drink and then I went back to looking at my phone. While I was in the middle of an intense game of Temple Run my phone vibrated, messing me up and I ended up getting eaten by those damned monkeys. I switched to the home screen and saw it was a text from Niall.

“Hey babe, working later than expected. The boys & I should be home around 9 or 10am. Love you –Ni”

I texted him back that it was okay and I was going to bed soon, even though I really wasn’t. “Who’s Niall?” I heard a voice say over my shoulder, making me jump. I looked over my right shoulder and saw Matt sitting there, looking over my phone. “He’s um, he’s my boyfriend.” I said.

I looked up at Matt; he looked pretty much the same he did when we were in school, except when you looked at his face you could tell he was older, and not the fifteen year old boy I remembered back in school.

“Oh! Little Stewart got a boyfriend! Good job Janna, I knew you could do it.” He said, ruffling the hair on my head. “No you didn’t. You tormented me every day since second grade of how ugly I was and how I was going to grow old and die alone with no one except for my thousands of cats.” I said, messing around with the straw for my drink.

“Oh, Janna, babe you didn’t take that seriously did you?” He asked me. He still had the same tone in his voice that he did in high school when he tormented me, though, it was kinda sexy. No, no Janna stop, you have a boyfriend.