I'm Not Ready

Chapter 3.

That night, as I was turning into the street where the English Café is, I heard Ricky talking to someone.

"You still on the bet?" I heard an unfamiliar voice asked.

"Of course, Bro. "

" So her first kiss or her virginity?"

"Dude! Her first kiss, obviously."

"How much?"

"$300"

"ok I'm gonna tell Drake later."

"Ok. You should go first. Bye."

What the fuck?

"Ricky!" I burst.

"Hey babe! You look-"

"What the fuck, Ricky?"

"What" he asked faking innocence.

" How could you? I- You- Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? I'm a girl, for God's sake! A bet? On me? Why? How could you?"

I had never felt this way before. I've never felt so, so angry... So cheated, betrayed. I fell horrible.

Who do you think you are?

I fucking hate you!

Why do this to me?

Too soon, he raised his head and said, nonchalantly," Yea. I put a bet on your first kiss. So what? Who do you think you are? Huh? You're just some random fat, ugly bitch who happened to fall desperately in love with me."

What?

After his heart wrenching yet nonchalant speech, he walked away without a backward glance.

FUCK YOU.

I HATE MY LIFE.

I REALLY LIKED YOU, YOU KNOW?

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME?

I HATE YOU NOW

FUCK MY LIFE.

These thoughts screamed in my head as I tried not to cry my heart out.

Out of anger, I ran to the nearest fast food restaurant, which is McDonald's.

Fuck my diet. I thought to myself as I ordered an up sized meal. Realizing that all the tables were filled, I went up to a guy who was seating alone.

He was clad in black jeans, with shirt and a hoodie, which covered his hair. He was also wearing a really dark ray beans.

He looked really suspicious.

Oh but who cares about me anyway? I thought to myself as I walked up to him.

"Excuse me, but is there anyone sitting here?"

Looking up, he shook his head solemly.

As I dug in, I realised I was starting to scrutinise and stare at him.

He look so familiar...

Have I seen him before?

"Excuse me, Sir, but do I know you? Have I seen you before?"

"What?!No! No..." He muttered as he hastily answered my question.

Suddenly realisation hit me. It was him.

Is it?

It can't be.

Can it?

Only one way to find out...

"Sorry... But are you," I leaned towards him and whispered," Niall from One Direction?"

Looking up at me, he signed quietly. Leaning in, he gestured me to come nearer. Once I was close enough, which was so close that we were able to touch noses if I leaned a centimetre forward, he whispered very softly," Is it that obvious?"

Fuck.

No way.

Niall Horan.

Niall fucking Horan is siting with me.

"Really? You're not pulling my leg?" I tested him.

Smirking, he shifted his black ray beans down, allowing his blue eyes to escape from the back of the sunglasses.

Realizing our close proximity, I leaned back without breaking eye contact.

"Does it look like I'm pulling your leg?" he asked.

" Hmm... Not really..." I replied.

"Just a question, how did you know it was me?"

"Oh it was nothing. It takes years of experience like staring at your posters ever single day for 3 hours straight. Yea, it's nothing..." I replied, joking.

Soon, his laughter filled my ears," You're funny, you know that?"

"Eh, I'm flattered but," Adding a joke," I get that a lot." I winked as he burst into another fit of laughter.