Wish

Part 1

CHAPTER 1 

My life is perfect. I got one of the highest grades at school, a loving family despite the fact that I’m currently living alone now, great impressions with all the teachers. It’s like I have everything under control. Hmm what else? Oh right, a boring non-thrill life to be exact. Sometimes I wish my life was like some kind of action movie you know, not just sitting here read some books, don’t get me wrong ‘cause I quite enjoy them. Little did I know my wish is about to come true and things are about to get fucked up bad.

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“Where the hell is he?” I thought to myself. “What took him so long?”. I hate waiting. I mean who even like to wait. No one! And now I’m here waiting for a person to walk through those damn doors. Guess you all want to know why am here huh? I’ll be tutoring a student according to professor Jeans, but I have no idea who the student is except it’s he. Right at the time I’m about to leave, he walks in. “What the actual fuck? That can’t be him, can it? Out of everyone, why him? The one that I dislike the most, I don’t want to use the word “hate” towards anyone cause “hate” is a strong word to be used. Besides he didn’t do anything to me so why should I “hate” him? It’s just his reputation that I hate not him. Maybe next time I should ask for the name first. How great!”.

“You’re 44 minutes late! Where were you?”. I ask him.

“Fucked some random chicks”. He shrugs and smirks.

I’ve should have seen this coming. Who am I kidding? Everyone knows him as a player, a heartbreaker, a one-night-stand fucker, Niall Horan. But I can’t believe he just said that without any emotions in those like-ocean eyes. It’s like they never meant a thing to him, maybe that’s it. I can’t help but feel disgusted towards him like that’s totally sick, play with every girl hearts, really?

“Well next time would you please don’t say that again?”.

“What? You ask me remember?”. He rises his eyebrow and smirks.

“But I never expect you to say that! Please keep those to yourself next time will you? I don’t want to know about any of yours sex life!”.

“Whatever”. He says and takes a seat next to me.

“Fine. We can start now. The more you willing to learn to faster you can leave. So please suck up that attitude of yours and hear me out, will you?”.

“Yeah yeah. I know. Just go ahead and start whatever the fuck you want to show off about the whole smart ass things your damn brain has so I can go and fuck some more whores”.

My jaw is definitely on the floor right now. I was shocked! His rude remarks are even worse than what I heard from other students around school talking and chatting about. What is his problem? I didn’t do anything to him, right? He must keep his temper at base though ‘cause I won’t allow him to talk about me like that. It’s so wrong when you talk about the person that did nothing to you. Someone should tell him that but I don’t feel the need to. That’s not really my problem? His bad temper or rude comments are not my problem but his grades surely are. So I think I’m going to keep these thoughts to myself.

This is going to be a long day.

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“And here is the right solution for that question. You m-…” I’m about to explain to him why Question 22 must use this method and he just walks out on me? Without saying anything? Seriously?

“Hey! Where you think you going?”. I yell because he seems pretty far off.

“Home. It’s 4 pm. What does it look like to you, Nerdy?”. A smirk plays on his lips.

“But you can’t just leave like that! At least you can do is tell me! Would it hurt you to inform me or someone before you do anything?”. What did he think? That he’s like some kind of god? That he can do whatever the hell he wants without acknowledge the person that trying her ass off to help him? Oh no, he’s so damn clueless, isn’t he? Or maybe no one has the guts to tell him those things? That’s must be it! I mean look at him! All tattoos and piercings. But that won’t scare me though. I’m not a type that like to judge people base on their appearances. Never judge a book by its cover. That’s what I was taught.

“Nerdy? Really?”. He just knew me. We just met like less than 2 hours and he already gave me a name? What? I hate those names! In fact I hate being call nerd! There’s nothing wrong with being smart or something like that. You should be proud of yourself!

“What? Don’t you think it’s cute, Nerdy?”. He’s being sarcastic I know it. Just look at the stupid smirk on his stupid face! Oh and his stupid laugh, too. Urghh… I already can’t stand him. He clearly gets under my skin now. What a douchebag!

“Just get the hell out, Horan”. I roll my eyes. This dude surely thinks he’s funny huh? He likes to mess with people huh? Well Horan you clearly choose the wrong girl to mess with.

With that his smile, or should I say smirk, disappears and he’s out of the doors for good. I sigh deeply and massage my temple. It’s only less than 2 hours, 76 minutes to be exact, and I’m this tired and can’t stand him? It’s just my first day to finally be able to help “this special person” Mrs. Jeans said, well he’s damn right special, with his studies and this happened? How great was it! I thought I had a shot at helping him, guess I was wrong. However, let see how it all goes, shall we?.

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Hey guys, this is it, the first chapter of Wish. What do you guys think? I know I'm a terrible writer, eventhough I'm not considering myself as a writer but more of a like-to-write-when-im-free kind, and it's not much but would you please leave some commnets below? Thank you so muchhhhhhhhhhh xx

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