Best I Ever Had

¤ Chapter Two ¤

*Niall's P.O.V.*

   On my way out of the diner, I take my pay and push through the double doors. As I step out into the cool September evening, the cool air refreshes me. I run my hand through my hair and smile at the ground, as thoughts of the girl- Clara- flood my mind like a tsunami.  The smile is wiped off my face and replaced with a frown when I see something on the sidewalk.

   It can't be,  I thought to myself.  I walked closer to the paper and read what it said. It was exactly what I hoped it wouldn't be.

   I read it to myself aloud in a whisper, so quiet I could barely hear it myself.

   "To Clara, From Niall."

   She got rid of my note. I'd never see her again.

   I bent down and picked it up, my heart slowly sinking like the Titanic, anger and sadness surging through me.

   I crumpled the paper and ripped it until the pieces were so small that I could fit them in a straw, and I clenched the pieces in my fist.

   As I swung the car door open, I opened my hand and let the paper fall out, slowly fluttering to the ground and covering one small area of the parking lot like snow.  On my drive home, couldn't tell if I was mad at myself or her.

   I just wanted to talk to her, I thought.

  

   So? You can't just give her your number like that if you barely know her. She probably thinks you do that to all the girls.

   I argued with myself until I got home. 

*Clara's P.O.V.*

   I hated myself for what I did. I wanted to keep the paper so bad, but I don't want a guy who gives his number to a bunch of girls and picks the best one to date.

   When I get home, I read the messages my friends wrote on the cards for me. I glance at the clock and see that it's already 10:45 and remember that it was Wednesday.  I had school tomorrow. It wasn't the best idea to have a party on a school night,  but we just started school and barely had any homework.  Plus, my mom wasn't the best party planner.

   After getting ready for bed, I said thanks for dinner to my parents, and went to sleep. 

   At least,  I tried to go to sleep.

  I couldn't stop thinking about him.  I told myself that I wasn't going to like a boy who just plays the girls. I didn't want anything to do with him. I didn't even like him anymore.

***

   The rest of the week seemed to fly past. Just three days ago it was September 10th, and I was celebrating my birthday.

   A loud knock on the door startled me.

   "Clara, get up. Mom wants to talk to us,"  Hunter yelled through the door. I waited for his footsteps to get quieter until I moved from my bed.

   After I get dressed,  I hastily descended the stairs,  running my hand along the banister. When I enter the kitchen, I see that my mom has made waffles and blueberries,  a breakfast meal that she never makes unless she's in a good mood.

   The aroma makes my mouth water, and I rush to sit down and eat.

   "Mom. If you wanted me to come down for breakfast,  you could have just told us, " I said,  laughing.