A Dangerous Game | N.H [under construction]

| Chapter Thirty Nine |

After me and Dylan had our.. Interruption, it didn't take long for us to finish our game. Dylan seemed a bit quieter than usual, and I felt bad because I wondered if he over heard any of Nialls fowl words toward him.

We had said our goodbyes, and I apologized to him about Nialls intrusion, twice. We agreed to another round of golf some other time, which I was happy about. (And I could tell he was too.) Hopefully next time a certain someone won't show up.

When I got home I threw off my shoes, and didn't bother to change, flopping onto my bed face first like a star fish. I sighed into my pillows, letting my mind drift.

I did my best to avoid thinking about me and Nialls "compromise." All it did was give me anxiety, honestly. God, it still shocks me to no end that Niall would want to go on a date at all, but knowing what kind of person he is; his date involved his bed. And I wasn't going to have sex with him, I have made enough stupid mistakes and Niall screwing me won't be on the list.

Was I going to go on the date with him? I'm leaning towards no — okay I lied I'm running towards that answer but the only thing that's holding me back is if I went on this date, he would leave me alone, wouldn't he? Atleast that's if he stuck to his word, which I doubt he would. Therefore that would mean I would have to say no (like I want) or go on this date and make his life a living hell so he wouldn't want another—oh. Now that would be a good idea now wouldn't it?

I picked up my phone when it buzzed me out of my thoughts, it was a text from Nicole. (I'm not gonna lie if for a split second I had wondered if it were Grant. Of course it wouldn't be him, silly me, I forget he is probably so busy screwing other girls. Forget about him, Daph.)