A New Beginning

Chapter 2 pt 2

Part 2)

"So what about you?" I rested my chin on my palm and looked at Niall with curiosity. "What about me?" He clearly wasn't paying attention to the conversation, his eyes still planted on his mobile.

"The party." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Uhh..." he paused for what felt like ages. "I don't know, same as you I guess."

The only thing I could think to say was "mhm." I was trying to figure out what he was doing.

Snatching his phone I held it up in the air and looked at him. "Hellooooo? Are you going to have a conversation with me or your phone? Who are you even taking to?" I chuckled and made a face.

He quickly retrieved it. "No one, just some guys I met in maths, we're friends." Ever since Niall was eleven he's been skipping a grade for math because his own level was too easy for him. This meant he had math with people in my year, although not the same class as mine fortunately.

In my year there are five different classes of thirty students, this means that for every lesson there is, all one hundred and fifty students are divided into separate groups.

This also meant that on my first day of school, I did not meet everyone in my year because not everyone can have a class with every other student every single day.

"Oh yeah? Who?" I asked while tying my hair up in a bun.

Niall finally looked up from his phone to look at me "You probably don't know them. Um...Liam, Zayn, Louis, and Harry"

It felt as if my heart had dropped into my stomach. My palms started to sweat. I let my hair fall out, I was too distracted to tie it up now. The second he said Harry I felt sick.

My brother and him? Friends? This seriously can't be happening...

"Are you ok L?"

"Um, yeah f-fine" I gave an awkward smile

"You've gone pale... are you ill?" Niall placed his hand on my forehead. "I'm fine Niall"

I knew I liked Harry, or at least I thought I liked him. But I wasn't quite sure, I mean I barley knew the guy, we had one class together. Well, I mean we did text, and he invited me to a party.

But then again... everyone in years eleven to thirteen was invited. Maybe he was just informing me about it and not actually caring if I went or not. How did he even get my number in the first place?

Before I could mentally sink further down in my chair than I already had done, mom called us for dinner.

"Guys! Dinner's ready!"

I sat furthest away from my dad, which was opposite him. Our table was square so it's not like there were many options.

"So L, you didn't answer me earlier. How was school?" He smiled while taking a sip from his wine glass.

"Layla. It's Layla to you. You don't get to call me L" I looked directly at him. Not even a blink.

Caren raised her eyebrows at me. "Layla stop it now"

How was this my fault?

Niall looked down at his dinner plate not saying a word.