Lies. [Jiall]

Chapter 2

I sighed as Scooter paced in front of me as if silently interrogating me. His glare had never left his face after the meeting was over. "You can't keep doing that to people, Justin!" He yelled, stopping in front of me and leaning over my seat.

I snorted and propped my feet up on his desk, forcing him to get over to the side. "I'm just testing them, Scooter. It's not like we're gonna be working together for very long." I told him, rolling my eyes when he sighed to himself. He dropped himself into the chair behind him and stared at his desk as though something would happen to help him make me see.

"Fine; You can test them all you want but if one of them get's fed up enough to kill you at least your fandom will miss you." He concluded a scowl on his face as he spun around to look out of the giant window behind him and I to flinch back a bit at his hurtful words and then turned to leave before I made the mistake of saying something back.

I sighed as I headed down the corridor and took a right to come into the conference room where I usually sat and waited for Scooter to finally come out of his office if he ever did. I watched boredly as the people got coffee and then left, sipping my own coffee and spinning around in my chair.

"And like I said..." My eyes flickered up to see the one named Niall standing at the door with Zayn. I ignored them and continued spinning in my chair but after I had done for the third time I had to stop and look at them because they were still staring at me as if they were deer caught in headlights- well at least one of them did, the other one was turning around to head out of the room.

"Why are you such a fucking dick?" My eyes flickered back up to see Niall with a scowl on his face as he glared angrily down at me. I was laughing on the outside but the inside was telling me to shut the fuck up. I shrugged at his question and began to play with my coffee, getting bored of how it tasted very quickly.

He was still standing there in that same position except he had a look of confusion on his face. I'm not really sure why but I had a feeling that he wasn't planning on doing anything. He looked soft. It seemed as if he was the most harmless one in the group with his Irish accent and big blue eyes. It was a bit harder to stand my ground when the one who must have been called Liam stepped up behind him as if pleading me to say something so that he could punch my lights out.

"What is your problem?" I rolled my eyes and gave him a cheeky smirk that simply said 'What makes you think I would answer you either?'

I watched as Liam put a hand on Niall's shoulder and shook his head before walking back over to Zayn. But Niall just stood there as if he had nothing better to do.

"Is there something I can help you with, blondie?" I don't know what I had said wrong but the next thing I knew his fist was connecting with my jaw and I was holding my nose.

"What was that, you prick?!"

Sorry! This was rushed because...I dunno. I'm more than just late.