the door was black with a couple of pictures taped to the inside. he quickly had me walk by them so I couldn't make out what was on the photographs. we walked over to his king sized bed and sat down on the edge. he sighs.
"so, Bailie, huh?" he begins.
"uh.. yeah." I say, questionable.
"I really like your name.. it's got a certain feel to it.."
"um.. thanks." I say, staring at my hands. I look at him from the corner of my eye and find him slightly shaking his head in the 'I shouldn't have said that' manner.
"so.. the project?" he says, pulling out a textbook from his book bag.
"oh, uh, of course." I answer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, scooting about an inch closer to him.
as I get closer, I look up and examine his face, almost scared about what he could do, and if he was somehow tricking me into his hands.
"..Niall?" I say, without thinking.
he looks over to me. "yeah?"
"why were you beating that kid up this morning?" I ask.
"because he had absolutely no business making a hurtful remark about me.." he says, with hurt in his eyes.
"what did he say..?" I ask curiously. he quickly turned his head to face the floor and kept quiet for about 30 seconds.
"let's just get back to our work.." he insists.
"oh, uh, okay.." I answer. we begin to look through the textbook to find a project until we found something that fit both our interests..
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SORRY ABOUT THE SHORT CHAPTER. ITS LATE AND IM GETTING TIRED. SORRY IF YOU DIDNT LIKE IT.
