Weirdos (Ziall)

Prologue

*Niall's POV*

"Next time do it right. And tell anyone about this and you'll be dead meat" Harry says quietly, leaning in close "Understand?" He rattles me to make sure I understand. I gulp and nod before he pushes me against the wall, letting me drop down like a rag doll then walking away with Louis and Liam. I look after them and bite my lip until they're out of sight before letting a few tears escape. I begin packing my spread out books and papers into my backpack. I take out my phone and open the camera to see how bad my face looked. Look at me. I'm so pathetic. Sitting behing my school with a beat up face and crying.

This must be confusing. Well, let me clear it up for you. My name is Niall Horan. I'm eighteen years old, and one word I would use to describe myself is... pathetic. There are many others I could use, but pathetic basically sums it all up. I know it's kinda movie-ish, but on the 'popular list' I'm probably at the bottom. On the 'nerdy list' I'm probably at the very top. Those guys who just beat me up? Oh those are Harry and his sissy little crew, Louis and Liam. Being beat up or at least punched by them is a normal thing for me. They always find a way to hurt me. This week, it was because the homework I did for Harry got a B and he thinks I did it on purpose. I didn't though of course and he wouldn't let me explain that the reason it got a B is that he's still in sophmore math and I haven't been in that for a long--

"What the heck, watch it!" Someone says when I accidentally bump into them. I make the mistake of lifting my head, earning a gasp. My face must look worse than I thought.. "Oh my God are you ok?" I actually considered telling them, but I decided against it. I'd like to stay out of the hospital for at least the rest of this week. I just put my head down again, muttering a small "sorry" before continuing my walk home.