Teenage Dirtbag
Chapter Five
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“This is all me,” I said. “I’m fake.”
“Why then?” he asked. ‘Why don’t you just be the real you?”
“It’s too hard, at this point,” I said.
“Alright, you guys can go,” Cavanaugh said, and Chloe stood up.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she said. “I swear, if you do—“
“I won’t,” I cut her off. “I promise.”
She then walked out of the classroom and was attacked by the other girls. The guys were with them too. I wish I could be, but they don’t like me. I’m a dork to them. Well, all but Chloe. Chloe kind of likes me. As a friend, of course.
CHLOE’S POV
I haven’t noticed how blue Niall’s eyes are until just today. To be honest, I could have a wee bit of a crush on him. I wouldn’t date him, though, simply because most people only date me because they think I’m popular.
Not really in the mood for talking, I hurried to music. Since out spring concert was last weekend, we’re just hanging out for the rest of the year.
“So,” Mrs. Keshigan said. “For the last week of school, we’re going to do something a little different. Since you all are seniors, I want you to be a little creative. I want you to choose one partner and write a song. You’ll be performing it on the last day of school.”
I smiled and looked around. Who’s in my class that can sing and play an instrument? Niall.
“Niall!” I shouted as everyone else found their partners.
“Me?” he asked, pointing to himself.
“Yes you,” I said. “Come here.”
He got out of his seat and came down to sit next to me.
“You can’t possibly want me to be your partner for this,” he said. “Going to each other’s houses after school, working together, all week.”
“You don’t have to work with me,” I said. “I mean, if you don’t want to I can work with someone else.”
“No,” he said quickly. “I’ll work with you.”
“Good,” I said and he smiled.
“Once you have you groups, come and see me,” Mrs. Keshigan said.
I stood up and waited for Niall to. We went to Mrs. K and waited.
“Chloe Harris and… Niall?” she asked and I nodded.
“Okay,” she said, surprised. “I’m glad to see you’re broadening your friend group.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Niall joked and Mrs. K laughed.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just used to Chloe working with Jasmine or Kyra, or one of the other girls.”
“Oh,” Niall chuckled and I smiled.
Him and Mrs. K have been pretty close for a while now. He’s always been really good in this class, so that’s probably why.
“So,” I said to Niall. “My house after school today? You can just take my bus home, since I don’t have a car.”
“O-okay,” he stuttered and I smiled.
It’s kind of cute how he can go from really outgoing around me to really shy. I like that he’s not constantly trying to impress me.
NIALL’S POV
Me? Of all people, she chose me to work with. Can someone please tell me what this means?
“So,” she said to me. “My house after school today? You can just take my bus home, since I don’t have a car.”
At a loss for words, I started to stutter. “O-okay,” I managed and she smiled.
“You know, you’re kinda cute when you get all shy,” she chuckled, walking back to her seat.
“I’m what?” I asked, thinking I heard the word “cute” come out of her mouth and get directed towards me.
“You’re cute,” she chuckled. “When you’re shy, I mean. You go from being perfectly fine to shy and blushing.”
I forgot how easily I blushed. I’ve probably been beat red all class period.
“So you think I’m cute?” I asked and she nodded.
“It’s not that complicated, Horan,” she said and I smiled.
“It is when you’re used to being called a dork,” I chuckled.
“You are a dork,” she said, sitting down and waiting for me to sit down next to her. “But it’s okay when you do it.”
I played it safe and just chuckled, sitting down next to her. I actually felt the blood rush to my face this time, turning me into a tomato with blue eyes and blonde hair.
“You blush easily,” Chloe said, looking at me.
“I’ve noticed,” I chuckled and she laughed. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” she asked.
“Blush easily,” I responded.
“I dunno,” she said. “I’ve never been in that kind of situation.”
“You’ve never been complemented?” I asked.
“Not by a guy I have a crush on,” she responded.
“You only blush when you get complemented by a guy you have a crush on?” I asked and she laughed, burying her face in her hands.
“Shut up,” she whined. “I’m weird.”
The rest of the day flew by. I got milk poured on me at lunch, pummeled in the locker room at gym, called a nerd for knowing all the answers in history, and stood alone waiting for the bus at the end of the day.
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