Not My Cup of Tea

Chapter 1

Listen to: The Run and Go by Twenty One Pilots

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"Oh my god, did you see that? She totally looks like my dogs outfit in the winter. I mean who wears fur now adays?"

Well yeah, if its 30 degrees I'd like to wear more clothes than you skinny Chihuahua...

I continue to stare at my book, studying all the different phrases of the latin language, just to satisfy my boredom. Quickly as I read, I sudden felt a twinge of pain from my right thumb and see from the corner of my eye, a dot of blood falls on the on the pure white thin pages.

Just my luck.

I then emerge from the bench, which is just outside the school's cafeteria, and make my way inside the annoying bustling noises that come from my species. I walking through the walls of the stretched cafeteria that only contains a two way doorway on the other side of the outside field where I was. I continued my way trying my hardest not look at anyone but remaining my poker face.

"Hey look out!!" I hear from behind me until I feel a hard push, sending me stumbling and bumbing against people then having a cold liquid hit my stomach. I stand as soon as recollect my thoughts, mortified of what just occured.

"Oops my bad," I hear a snot nose sound of a pathetic apology. I look up, blankly at the red head that stood infront me, her long thick curls framing her face to make it look like a bean pole. You didn't actual think I was going to compliment this imbecile , would you?

She gives me wide smirk through her fully coated pink lips and put her starbucks coffee down on a near by table and folded her skin freckled arms.

"Well," I can practically feel the satisfaction of this situation oosing out of her sticky mouth," aren't you going to apologize?" I use all my inner power to keep my mouth closed and held my language in as I begin to notice that the place surrounding us grew silence.

That's not how I wanted it to be.

I feel my entire face bloomed in hotness as I continue to stare at this unknown girl. I feel every pair of eyes judge me in their books ever so quickly. She continues to stare at with a mocking tilt that only expands her ugly smile. Just when I try to talk I am immediately stop. A large figure hits me by the back and making me almost lunge forward. I hear chuckels of laughter from the entire cafeteria as I turn around red faced at a male's back side. He then turns around revealing himself to me but I quickly look away to attempting to lessen the number of people who will laugh at me.

"Hey girl, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.." I ignore him as I continue to stare at the girl, feeling my t shirt sticking to my skin. A hand is placed on my shoulder as the male voice tries to talk to me but I choose to ignore him.

"I will not apologize, I condemn both you and your beverage for purposely swashing it against my permanent press shirt." I said as calmly as I could and gave a deep sigh. I notice the male stopped talking and I use this moment to look at him and my eyes widen.

The great and popular, Niall James Horan stand before me, wide eyed with confusion and giving me a baffled look to compliment his weird dyed blond hair. I continue to stare at him, taking in his features, while curiousty filled my system because I have never been close to the opposite sex then right now. Of course he didn't need to know that.

"Um.. I'm now confused..." I hear the girl say and I then turn to her and give her a plain look and shrug.

"It's not my fault for you incompetence." I state and she obvious confusion was seriously beyond me. I just wanted to leave and clean up. I take this awkward moment to leave out of the place and make my way to the restroom to inspect the mess the idiotic female created.