I Should Be Studying

07: I Shouldn't Be Slumbering

Word Count: 1,267

Niall drives into a fenced-in apartment domain then parks in front of the door which reads '184' and turns the vehicle off. He reaches over to the glove compartment, exposing absolutely nothing but a key and a pair of sunglasses. I automatically take back what I thought about the condoms, he only had one, which probably means it was only for precaution.

"Are you coming or not?" he chuckles, waving his beanie in front of my face. I take the drink caddy as Niall slides his phone into the pocket of the sweatpants I'm wearing so he's able to grab the takeout bags. I step down from the vehicle to the cold concrete floor barefoot since I can't seem to remember where Niall put my shoes and am too embarrassed to ask him for them.

As we both walk up to the door, he sets the alarm to his luxurious car before inserting the key into the knob. As he opens the door, the warm air and smell of very delicious cologne fills my lungs. This guy surely smells good all the time because what I think is a strong smell, doesn't even phase Niall.

As he closes the door, the place is pitch black with no sign of light anywhere. He walks me throughout the apartment, tugging on the end of the sweater I'm wearing.

I really don't know what to expect for the remaining time I'm with Niall. More specifically, I don't know what I'm suppose to do. Am I suppose to sleep with him again? Do I act as if it never happened? Is he tugging on my sweater because once he sets the bags down, he's gonna remove me of it and screw me again? Or is he tugging on it because it was the first thing he could grab? My mind is suggesting either fictionally sexual or obviously innocent and there's no in between.

He turns a light on, illuminating the dining room. He releases my sweater and sets the bags down on the small glass table, which seats 4. I set the drinks down and look around me, observing the cozy apartment. There were no pictures of any sort in sight so the suspense in what Sean looks like is slowly killing me.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I mutter as I set the caddy down. He gives me a puzzled look then it clicks.

"Oh, the toilet? I'll show you," he chuckles.

I follow behind him through the kitchen into the hallway and points to the door. I mince inside, softly closing the door behind me and locking it before even turning the lights on.

I run my hands against the wall, trying to find the light switch. As I do, I'm taken aback by the sight of myself in the huge mirror over the sink. I continue at the toilet to relieve my need to pee from the coldness I felt. Because of the stillness of the apartment, I'm able to hear the front door open and Niall greet Sean.

"Where is she?" he asks in confusion. "You're a cheeky little bastard. Darragh!? Of all people you chose to take her from him!?" Sean shouts in a whisper. "I know you're like in love with her and all but god damn it, Niall, you might have just made your life a living hell."

"She's in the toilet," Niall shouts back in the same tone.

"Fuck, these walls are thin," Sean whispers. "Do you think she can hear us?"

Normally I would probably laugh but at the moment I'm in shock. Am I suppose to be bleeding? I'm not expecting my period for another two weeks. I wipe it all, using a large quantity of toilet paper. After flushing, I begin to worry about the amount left in the trash can and wonder if it will even be noticeable.

Fuck, why didn't I wear a bra!? My nipples are hard because of the temperature! Why does Niall have to be so goddamn thin!? His sweater is making it more noticeable.

As I wash my hands, I stare at my reflection, not sure if it's even me who's staring back. Think about it: I drank, I ditched my best friend, I snuck out with a guy I've only just met, then we screwed! Now I'm about to eat some noodles with him and his friend. What's gotten into me?

I'm brought back to earth by laughter, which strikes me as somewhat familiar. I dry my hands off and walk out of the bathroom, making my way down the hallway again. As I reach the doorway, I'm faced with these two guys, who look like primary schoolboys who've been caught with a Playboy magazine.

"Hi," I mutter. "I'm Evelyn." I extend my hand out towards the other guy and he returns my gesture, shaking it.

"Sean," he utters. "Sean Cullen." As his eyes meet mine, I get a sort of deja vu feeling.

"I've seen you before, I'm sure of it," I mumble before it hits me. "You're in my English class. And my math class."

"That's me," he nods. "I didn't think you'd ever seen me, you always sit at the front of the class," he blurts.

"It's a bit hard to not notice someone who is always snoring in class," I jibe, making Niall burst into laughter and Sean give an embarrassed smile. "I'm kidding," I giggle. "I remember people by their eyes and yours and Niall's are some of the bluest I've seen. They're so nice."

"It's our Irish charm," Sean chuckles.

"I'm sorry, I really need to eat something or I'm gonna pass out." I murmur walking towards the table to rummage through the food boxes until I find mine, as do the guys, then seat myself and begin eating.

~

"So tell me everything, Niall," I blurt after being built up with confusion as we're left alone the while Sean takes a shower after eating, since he had his drink spilled on him at Colleen's and could no longer stand the smell.

"Everything?" Niall jitters.

"Or I can have Sean tell me, he won't hesitate to tell me everything I need to know about you."

"Like what?" he jibes.

"How long have you liked me, first of all?" I ask bluntly. "Because it sounds as if it's been way longer than just the time which I've met you." He smiles looking down at his lap, nodding.

"Yeah, it's been a while," he chuckles. "I first saw you touring the campus at the end of last school year. You were smiling at everyone who passed by you and I liked that. I was gonna go up and talk to you but someone else beat me to it. I'm guessing he was your boyfriend?" he mutters. I shake my head 'no' since I haven't had a boyfriend since the beginning of senior year but try to think back to that day anyway. Since it was so long ago, everything is a bit hazy. And finally, when it hits me, I try my hardest to control my laughter to be able to talk.

"Lanky, brown hair, brown eyes, and tan?" I question. He looks up as he thinks then nods. "Timothy!? You thought Timothy was my boyfriend? Timothy is gay," I giggle. "He was part of the orientation too and was using me as a beard because there was a student here that was eying him," I explain. Niall buries his face in one of the couch cushions and laughs into it, making me laugh harder than I already was.

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