Out of My Limit (Punk Niall Horan)

The Joy of School

"Here you go, Lily, and your partner is Niall," Mr. Smith said handing me back my slip. What did Smith just say?

"Did I hear that right?" I ask my friend, Amber.

"Yes, sorry, we had to get in groups of two and both of you guys were gone. So Smith put you in the same group."

"Shit, now I have to work with 'the punk'." Amber turns around to face the front of the room when Niall walks into class.

"Late again, Mr. Horan," he nods and hands Smith his pink slip. "Here you go and you can sit next to Lily."

Oh, great! Now I have to sit next to him. He walks over and sits down with a smirk on his face. "Hey, Lily!"

"Hi, Niall," I say back to him. Please don't talk to me. I don't care if he has tattoos and piercings, but when he doesn't do anything in class, then I have a problem.

"Don't sound too excited, Princess. It's just a project."

"Shut up, Niall. Can we just get this over with, so I don't have to be with you? And don't call me Princess," I say as I get out my notebook.

"Whatever, Princess. And don't tell me what to do, got it?"

"Yeah, sure, I got it," I say rolling my eyes. Who does he think he is? After taking notes the whole class period, the bell finally rings. Everyone gets up to leave the classroom.

"Not so fast, Princess," Niall says. Fuck, what does he want now?

"What, Niall?" I kinda needed to et to my locker and then my other class.

"When are we going to do this project?" Niall asked as we walk to my locker.

"Well, you can come to my house or I can come to your house," I say opening my locker.

Niall thinks about it for awhile then finally says, "We'll go to your house. When should I come over?"

"Whenever you can, but not too late," I say as I pull out the stuff for my next class. Niall nods and walks to his locker.

Now I have to go to math class. It isn't that hard, for being a college class. College calculus. I get along with everyone in the class, so that's a plus. After math, I head back up to my locker. I grab my stuff for Spanish and walk to class. This is my third year of Spanish and things are getting harder. In this class there are seniors and sophomores. Everyone has that one group of people that just gets of their nerves. I have one of those, his name is Wesley and his small group are in my Spanish class. Halfway through Spanish, we go to lunch. My school has three different lunches. They are determined on what third period class you have. After lunch, we head back to finish class. From Spanish I go straight to choir, yay! We are getting ready for a concert that we have in a few weeks. After choir, I go back to my locker and then back down to chemistry, with Amber.

When I get to class, Amber is already there. She walks over to my table and we talk until class begins. "Can you believe this bullshit?" I ask her.

"I know, I feel so bad for you. At least it's only for 2 weeks," she says.

"Good, because I don't think I could handle any longer than that." The bell rings and Amber heads to her table. She sits next to Zachary and across from him is Jaylen and next to Jaylen is an empty seat. Someone sits there, I just can't remember who. They usually don't show up for class.

At my table, I sit next to Alex and across from him is Max and next to Max is Trevor. There is always a 'good' conversation with the boys at my table.(Note the sarcasm) As Mr. White takes attendance, in walks Niall Horan. He hands White his pink slip and winks at me. Shit, is he in this class? He sits down in the empty seat at Amber's table. Amber turns around and mouths, "Has he always been in our class?" I shrug my shoulders and then class starts. We are taking notes most of the period, yay!(Note the sarcasm)