Purity Ring // n.h. au

four.

I stumbled blindly down the steep stairs that lead me to the kitchen, in desperate need of some food. I spotted my mother and father both in the kitchen, my father sat at the table with a cup of coffee and newspaper in his hand, whilst my mother was cooking waffles. "Good morning honey!" my mom chirped happily. "Did you sleep well last night?"

I froze in my tracks remembering the events from the night previous, "Um yeah. What time did you get home last night?" I tried to turn the topic away from me, I felt paranoid. My mother smiled and set down a steaming plate of waffles in front of me and did the same for my father.

"I got home around midnight, while your father had to stay until one. It was fairly busy last night," she answered and took a seat. I nodded, already dreading the school day ahead. I didn't want to see Niall, I felt so awkward and I knew he would be relentless with the inappropriate comments and torture. I coughed fakely and stuck a hand to my forehead.

"I think I'm sick, I'm truthfully not feeling well," and I wasn't exactly lying, my stomach was twisted in knots, nervousness coursing through my veins. My mother stuck a hand to my forehead and laughed.

"Honey I'm a doctor I know when you're faking sick, now hurry and get ready so you aren't late," she shooed me away and I sighed, upset my little trick didn't work. I trudged up the stairs and began to look through my closet in search of something to wear. I honestly felt like wearing a nun outfit, that way Niall wouldn't be able to see anything other than my hands and face. Instead I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and my old Nirvana band t-shirt. I did my best to tame my hair, pulling it back into a loose French braid.

In all honesty I didn't put hardly any effort into my school outfits like other girls did. I found it took too much work to get ready and look nice for a bunch of losers at school. I lamely washed my face and brushed my teeth, finishing myself up deodorant and perfume. I laced up my old black Vans and skipped stairs, grabbing my backpack full of unfinished homework. "Bye Mum, bye Dad," I called out before leaving the house and heading towards school. I spent my walk listening to music from my iPhone and enjoying the beautiful scenery nature offered.

I hoped today I didn't land myself in detention today and I sincerely prayed I wouldn't encounter the blue eyed fuck face. I entered the school actually on time and headed to my first class, not wanting to risk running into Niall. I sat through my classes being bored, ignoring their lessons, doodling in my notebook and generally being a failure. Classes passed and I almost jumped out of my seat as the lunch bell struck. I was happy it was lunch time and I hadn't seen any signs of him yet.

For lunch the school provided some type of 'meat loaf', which every student knew it wasn't even real meat. I sat at a table by myself, not bothering with the so-called school lunch and played on my phone. My day hadn't been bad, I hadn't gotten in trouble or landed myself another day in detention yet. I cursed loudly as the school wifi cut out, making it sure that I couldn't go on the internet.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a small girl. I wonder what other things could come out of that pretty little mouth."

I already knew who it was and groaned loudly, I wanted bury myself in hole. I should've known I couldn't avoid the blonde haired idiot all day, after all I had biology with him. I looked up and Niall was sat directly across from me, steaming lunch tray in front of him. I almost gagged at the sight of the food, it looked like road kill. "Can you shut the fuck up for like two seconds?" I sighed rubbing my temples already feeling a headache coming on.

Niall smirked and held up a finger and then followed by a second one, "There I gave you the two seconds. Anything else I can do for you babe? I mean you seem stressed, and the best reliever for stress is sex."