Niall's POV:
I woke up that next morning drowning in my own thoughts. I don't undertand how Sarah could've thought that was me?!
I hopped out of the shower, and put on a black t-shirt, and a flannel, with a north face over that.
I brushed my teeth and headed out the door. My dads drives me to school every morning, which is kind of embarassing, i must admit.
I walked into the car door of my dads Range Rover. My dad made coffee for me prior, so it was already in the car for me.
"Thanks dad" I tell him drinking my coffee. "No Problem lad" he smiled.
My family has a lot of money to go around, so he doesnt every really bother spending it that often.
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Sarahs POV:
Walking to school was extremley dreadful. I can't believe Niall would want to do this to me.
As I approach my locker, I shove all of books into it. I pull out my science textbook and everything just pours out and spills onto the floor.
This time there won't be a cute Irish boy helping me pick it all up.
I crouch down on my knees and pick up all my books when I notice some one else beside me.
"Mary!" I smiled brightly
I was so glad to see her because I needed to tell her that I was feeling upset about what Mandy and Niall did.
"Good Mornin' Sarah. You didn't text me yesterday or this morning? You didn't even pick me up for school like usual? Are you mad at me?"
"No!" i reply honestly. "I'm not mad at you" I giggle.
"Mary, I have a problem that I need to rant to you about" I inforce
"What is it?" Mary asked concerned.
"Was it Mandy again? I swear, I will punch her in her $400 nose. Or melt her Micheal Kors watch." Mary said in a toned voice.
"Mary!" I said laughing. "We've talked about this before, I'm not gonna let Mandy get to me. It was Niall." I respond.
"The new kid?" she gulped.
"Yes, he and Mandy both smashed my car and ruined it. Mandy said it was her and Jake, but we all know that Niall took me out on the coffee date yesterday just so Mandy could continue their devious plan." I pant.
"Sar...I think you're overexaggerating a little bit. He's only been here for what, 2 days?"
"No Mary!" I say louder
"He is evil. He is a little fuckboy who ruined my car. I knew it. There are no nice gentlemen actually out there." I rant.
"We'll talk about this later" Mary exclaimed. "He is a kind boy. I can see it in him."
I frowned because Mary was supposed to be my friend, not on Niall's side.
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Niall's POV:
After last period, and thinking all day, I glanced over at Mandy in the hallway. It seemed as if she was always up to somehting.
"Hey Mandy" I hissed at her.
"Hey...Niall right?"she said flirty.
"Yes, we need to talk." Niall said firmly. "Who do you think you are destroying Sarah's car? What if someone was to destroy your car."
"My daddy would just buy me a new one" she smirked.
I got goosebumps down my back. Mandy was a snobby little bitch like Sarah warned. What could of happened between them?
I walk away from Mandy, clenching my fist tight. It made me upset when Sarah was upset. I don't understand why, We just met, and I can feel a strong connection between us.
There's just something about her bright blue eyes that sparkle, and the crinkle by her eyes when she smiles.
I walk home from school and as I walk out of the school doors, I see Sarah across the street looking freezing.
"Hey Sarah! Wait up!" I shout.
Sarah gave me a dirty look and ignored me.
I needed her back in my life. She was a special person in my life. She was someone special.
I ran up to Sarah, thinking that maybe she would consider talking to me.
"Sarah!" I shout concerned. "Wait up Sar, can we at least talk about this?
"They'res nothing to talk about Niall." She scolded. "And don't call me Sar, its Sarah."
My eyes widened in shock. Why was she so moody? I thought to myself.
I walked up closer so we could
maybe have a better conversation.
Sarah had a steaming hot cup of coffee in her hand. I ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Sarah c'mon let's talk about thi-
"NO, I HATE YOU NIALL HORAN, AND I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN." She screamed on the top of her lungs as she plunged the coffe cup straight at my face and burned me with her coffee.
She started to run away, wiping tears off her eyes. She was muttering something, but I could't quite hear her, considering there was burning hot coffe dripping off my chin.
I grabbed a napkin from my school face, wiping off all of the coffee.
"Fine" I whimper. "If she doesn't want me in her life, then I don't want her."
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Sarah's POV:
I felt super bad about what I did to Niall. Maybe I should of just talked to him instead of being a little brat and pouring my coffee all over him.
As I walk in the front door of my house, I see my mom in the living room. "Hey Sarah" she says smiling. "How was school hun?"
I huffed and walked upstairs. I slammed my doors closed and set my school bag aside by my bed.
I walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
After washing all my makeup off, I hopped in the shower to wash my hair and body.
I hop into the shower and let the shampoo run through my fingers into my hair.
My thoughts are washing over my head like the water from the shower. Do I love Niall? Should I shut him out of my life?
I wish I had a supportive friend to help me. Mary wasn't helping me at all, my mom barley even notices me, and my dad would usually help me out with these things.
I wish I had my dad back. I want to just have him to talk to, and enjoy my time with.
I turn off the water off in the shower and slip on some shorts and a 1975 t-shirt.
The 1975 was my favorite band. I put a record in my record player and played my favorite song by them, "Medicine."
I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and relaxed on my bed. I was in a pretty good mood.
I felt pretty artsy, gonna admit, so i took a picture of my hot chocolate and posted it on instagram.
"Hot Chocolate is so comforting🙈💕:)"
I was scrolling throuh my twitter feed, when I saw Mandy tweet,
"Those fat asses on instagram😷 who think they're artsy"
and:
"eww"
and, to top it all off :
"dear girls, if you're gonna post a picture showing your legs, please edit it out, it makes me sick"
Obviously these were about me. Mandy got 37 retweets on that last post of hers. Do people really agree with her? Am I fat? Do my legs look nasty or something?
A tear shed from my eye. I really wanted to say something to her, but it's not worth it.
