Here at Silver Oak (#2)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

-Rayanne’s POV-

The halls were so empty. Why would anybody even stay here? Yeah they’re all probably taking pictures and all that with One Direction.

Megan, Gretch and Noel might be doing that too. I just saw them a while ago. I noticed that Aiden had just vanished. Where is she? Is this really the time she chose to stay alone?

I knocked on her door. There was no answer.  I went in anyway and found her attacking the banana yogurts in the fridge.

“Why are you getting high on yogurt again?” I asked. Again is the right word, Aiden does this, a lot. Only when she’s panicking, maybe.

“Can’t a girl just have some yogurt?” Aiden said without looking up.

“A girl can do that, but you do that when you have a tsunami in your head.” I explained.

“Okay fine! I’m panicking alright?” Aiden widened her eyes and shook her head lightly.

I sat beside her and asked, “What is it?” in a lower volume. I know the reason but I hope she doesn’t say that….I hope—

“One Direction” Aiden complained.

“Gimme that!” I snatched away the plastic cup and gulped three spoons of yogurt straight.

“Whoa.” Aiden smiled approvingly.

“What? They were pretty breathtaking” I exclaimed.

“I know I know…” Aiden patted my back and nodded.

**

A day has passed and we haven’t even said hi to them yet. Want to know the truth? We don’t want to be fan girls. They are already the ‘Jocks’ if this were a high school and yeah there are plenty of ‘blonde bimbos’ in our college. So we, are gonna stay out.

I mean, I’m sure a billion girls feel the same as I, so yeah, you heard me right, no obsessing over 1D.

Two days have passed and….I’m okay….really…

Three days have passed……

Four days……..OH MY GOD…1D is right in front of my eyes and I can’t even talk to them. They either sit together only having boy talks or maybe One Direction talks or are surrounded by girls!

-Noelle’s POV-

Today is the fifth day, yes I’m counting. I’m positive Megan is too. But the other three don’t show….

Holy cow.

That’s Niall Horan in a tight white t-shirt which is hugging his body so well. He’s walking alone? Weird. Okay I know exactly what to do. I will take some books and crash into him and he’ll help me pick up my books and our hands would touch accidently and we’ll look up and know that this is the one.

I’m gonna stop reading romance novels from now on.

The boys playing soccer are pretty far off. My plan might just work.

Math, English, chemistry, and Math and another Math right there. Now I have the usual amount of books any girl would have.

Walk, walk, and walk now. I started doing that and felt extremely numb. I’m pretty sure I was as mechanical as a robot. I hope for the love of God he doesn’t notice.

Noelle! Cool, calm and confident. That’s who you are, remember? Now do your thing.

Only ten steps from him. Approximately (What? I like math okay?). Eeep I don’t feel like I own this body.

He looks up to his left and suddenly looks at me.

“Be careful! Bend down!” He yelled.

Huh…what?

“BALL…!” Niall continued to yell and pointed on something.

Too late, I looked at the sky where he was pointing and the ball did a crash landing on my face.

I was too dizzy to say something as I lay flat on the ground but I could hear …someone.

Zayn?

First it was the sound of running and then, “Ouch, that must’ve hurt, it was Liam, he’s just too good at soccer,”

“Go hit someone else’s face, she doesn’t even look conscious.” Oh my…it was Niall! Wait what?

Zayn mumbled an apologetic okay, took the ball and left.

“Hello?” he moved his hand from left to right in front of my face.

I blinked several times, “Yeah I’m fine,” I sat up and rubbed my forehead.

Why doesn’t he pick me up or something? Common, be a gentleman?

He finally held out his hand. Gee thanks.

I took his support and stood up, “Thanks.” He picked up my books, damn the plan failed but hey this is not so bad. Yeah tell your ball-smacked- face that.

“You do like math, don’t you?” Niall amused.

Dammit, I knew I shouldn’t have got three math books. Oh really? The smug side of me was amused too.

“Oh? Yeah, no not really...” I’m not a geek, not a nerd Niall.

“Here,” he gave me the books.

“Um…okay” I grinned.

When I saw him not grinning back, I looked away.

And that’s when he smiled. Don’t. Loose. Yourself. Now. Noelle. Holy. Cow.

“Want me to make up for them?” Niall tilted his head to the place where the other 1D boys were playing soccer.

“Hmm…okay?” I shrugged. What? I won’t say no!

“I’ll walk you to your class? Which class?” He offered.

“Math!” I laughed.

He chuckled.

He walked down the hall with me. He asked me about well me. I told him random things and about my four crazy weird friends.

He laughed sometimes and his Irish accent was so….

“What do you think you’re doing with my scholar!?” That voice, so distant, Mrs. Jovich? What the—

We both looked at her and I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. She probably thought we were going to make out or something!

Ehh….not something you’d want your favorite professor to think.