As I walk down the hallway of my high school I couldn't help but notice the stares I was receiving. I had finally found my friends and had asked them why.
"Niall Horan's looking for you." My best friends McKell answered. Niall Horan? The punk boy, with tattoos and piercings was looking for me? The boy I despise. Hate.
"Niall Horan? the player is looking for me?" I ask.
"Apparently he needs to talk to you." My other best friend Destiny spoke up. I shake my head in disbelief.
"Y/N!" I hear someone yell from a far. I spin around to see Niall and his friends walking towards me.
"What do you want?" I ask, annoyances clear in your voice.
"Lads would you mind taking y/n's friends to the smoothy bar?" Niall asks not taking his eyes off of me. They agree and lead McKell and Destiny to the smoothy bar.
"What do you want?" I ask again. This time angrier.
"You could be nicer." He smirks. I roll my eyes and put my hands on my hips.
"Just. Leave. Me. Alone." I say before sending him a glare and walking to class.
Once I get to class I sit in my original seat and wait for the lesson to start.
*****
Half way into the lesson the classroom door swings open and in walks in. It doesn't seem like he knows I'm in this class. He takes a quick glance at the class before his eyes land on me.
He smirks causing me to roll my eyes taking sudden interest in the storm that's taking place outside.
"Ah Mr. Horan would you mind telling me why your here?" My teacher asks.
"I got switched from algebra." He answers looking at me once more.
"Well let's see you can sit-" Before he could finish his sentence Niall makes his way over to the what people call "Sluts." or Prostitot. (A/N Prostitot is a word I made up for prostitute, I thought it was funny.)
He sits next to Jennifer. She leans over basically giving him a good view of her fake boobies. (A/N yes I said boobies :P )
I look back at my text book ignoring Niall the rest of the class.
****
Around the end of class I hear giggling coming from where Niall sitting. Jennifer's basically on his lap, and touching him as much as she can. As a reflex I let out a loud gag, causing the whole class to look at me.
"What's your problem?" Jennifer asks me. Wow her voice sounds like a dying cow!
"I don't have a problem." I say putting my hands in the air in defense.
"What a slut." I hear her whisper. I can put up with her being a b*tch, but calling you a slut. NOPE NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!"
"Excuse me, queen of sluts." I start standing up. "If I'm a slut than what are you? You're rubbing all on Niall, like a stripper and from what your wearing I'm sure you can pull being one off."
"Y/N!" My teacher yells. "Office now!"
I get up grabbing your things and leaving the room. As I walk out I begin to Twerk. yes I twerk. Before I'm completely out of the room I turn around and say. "Have a good rest of your class bitchachos!"
