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14. Inevitable.

~Niall's POV~

I sit in the dark room with Zayn and Mason in the office and I scoff remembering how we ended up in detention. Like always, Zayn and I do something stupid. Not only throwing us into detention, but pulling her into it by making her laugh. So that's how it went and now Zayn and I know well enough that its time for interrogation.

"Okay, so who's gonna tell me why Connor despises Zayn?" She says all womanly and menacingly. I tap the side of Zayn's shoe with mine.

"What?" He clearly doesn't get the gist.

"Talk dumbass" I'm glad I made them sit across rather than next to each other. Or else the atmosphere would be a lot more scary.

"I don't really want to talk about it. She keeps on asking questions to things that don't matter to her."

"When will you talk about it?"Her patience is ticking. "Or would you rather talk about the fact you're schizophrenic?"

"Who the fuck told you that?"

"Drop it Zayn." She cocks an eyebrow.

"You're such a condescending bitch." He smiles bogusly.

"Guys-" I try to start

"Why should I drop it Zayn? You're the one who wouldn't drop the fact that Nick grabbed my wrists" She raises her voice.

"I don't bloody care if you want to drop it, I don't like you worried about that kid." Zayn slams his pencil down. I slap his stomach and he grabs my arm and clenches it until I break free.

"Zayn just tell her." I try to stay calm.

"She doesn't need to know. She's nosy for this. If she could forget it th-"

"Connor was crazily in love with his girlfriend, like obsessed with the idea of being with her forever. Zayn already didn't like him, so he had sex with her right in her bed and he did it just so Connor could catch them."

"Thank you Niall." Mason says quietly and leaves turning the light on for us.

Zayn stands up and grabs my arm pulling me up to try to strangle me. I slam his body onto the wall and watch him as his breathing slows down.

"You spazz." He stifles.

"Don't treat her like she doesn't deserve what most people get easily."

"What?"

"Respect, truth, I don't know, someone who doesn't lose their shit every five minutes." I press Zayn against the wall.

"Niall I will beat the shit out of you. Get off of me." He growls.

"You're doing it right now. I'm not letting go of you until your pupils stop dilating." I grip his arms tighter. He knows I'm stronger than him, he's not gonna win this.

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~Mason Nicole's POV~

I start to stomp my way home in the rain as I think about what happened in detention. I mean I get that being reserved can be a good thing, I'm not that hard headed. But don't I deserve an explanation every once in a while?

"Jesus Christ. Mason!" I hear someone yell. A truck pulls over and Devin gives me a protective look.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" I flip my wet hair out of my face as I feel my layers of makeup run down my face..

"Hop in the car." Devin leans over popping open the front passenger door for me.