Liar

One

...two weeks later...

I'm standing in front of Mr. Johnson's door. He's the principal of Attleboro High School and he invited me to his office. I didn't go to school since the almost-rape-thing because I was too afraid of walking home that way again, let alone to see this road beside the forest. Afterwards I heard that something like that happens pretty often in this street. The problem is that there isn't any alternative way to my house.

I told the police about what happened on the next day. I was spending an entire day in the hospital because of that scar over my temple and just to do some tests. My dad called the school and told them I won't go there until there's a good solution that I’m safe.

I notice a boy waiting for the headmaster as well. He has blonde hair and a fair complexion. He's sitting on the only chair in this waiting room, his eyes are focused on the wooden floor and his elbows are resting on his knees.

"What are you here for?" He asks me. I didn't think he noticed me but he did, obviously.

"I don't know, the principal invited me here for some reason. You?"

"I think I'll be punished for some reason. As always." Oh, the typical bad boy from school himself is sitting in front of me. I've heard from that gang, that bad boy group here in this high school and I assume he's in it.

"Oh," I simply respond as the door to Mr. Johnson's office opens.

"Hello, April, Niall." He points into his office, welcoming us in. Inside this epic office are two chairs which look really comfortable, a table that looks like it's made of mahogany and another chair behind the expensive table. I sit down in one of the chairs in front of the headmaster's table and Niall, I guess he's called, in the other one.

"Hey boss." Niall greets Mr. Johnson 'politely'.

"April, we want you to feel safe when you go to this school, so we came up with the idea that Niall Horan, this nice boy next to you, will walk you home every day after school. He will have to change classes, but it'll be fine."

"Wait, what?!" Niall seems shocked about this. I didn't like this school from the beginning anyway, so I hoped my father would let me change school and walk away from here again. I had a life in New York, friends and I've always been good in school. We lived in a fabulous penthouse in Manhattan and now in such a weird house in Attleboro.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, but no way!" I deny this proposition.

"But April, you're such a great student, we don't want to lose you. Attleboro High hasn't had such awesome students in a while now, only such rude boys like him,” the principal spits the last few words at the boy next to me. “And as school ends in three weeks anyway a change would be difficult to organize."

"I love you too, Johnson," that weird and disrespectful guy says. "But, the thing is, only because such an ignorant girl doesn't feel safe in Attleboro I have to change classes and walk her home every day?"

"You don't appear to your classes anyway, Horan."

"No because I hate classes but I hate it even more to change them!"

"Okay, so, let's see how it works. We can try it for a week or so and then we'll see, all right?" I suggest. I can't listen to this weirdo calling me ignorant.

"B-but?! No!" Niall looks helpless. I sort of like it to see such a bad boy in desperation.

"Yes," Mr. Johnson corrects him. "Until the end of this school year. Then you hopefully will leave this school anyway and go to colle-.. And go working in a gun store." Mr. Johnson and that Niall guy really like each other.