The drug in me is you

Part 1.

Kurt Cobain's voice was rudely interrupted by the nasty smell of gas and the rev of an obnoxious motorcycle. As I looked up to see who exactly the interruption was, my headphones fell out and I was forced to hear the full annoyance of the engine.

The motorcycle belonged to a tall, black clad, blonde, and pierced boy. He wore no helmet and carelessly parked his heavy (and also black) piece of metal as he arrogantly walked onto school grounds with no back pack and facial piercings.

As he walked passed me I was able to see his piercing blue eyes as they wandered around until they landed on me.

"Nice shirt." He winked and that was it. He just kept walking as if he as never complimented my Guns and Roses tank top.

Lots of eyes roamed between the mysterious new boy and me, as I had been the first person the new kid had said a word too.

My eyes followed the pierced blondie until he was stopped by security and asked to take his piercings off.

"It's that convict boy." A whisper flew by my ears and caught my attention.

A few days ago someone had said something about a boy beating the living shit out of some boy who hit his sister over on the east side. They said he had been suspended and was moving over here.

Immediately I wondered if this mysterious dark boy was him. I wasn't really scared of him, just curious as to what his story was.

Eyes stared and conversations stopped as the boy carelessly walked down the school walkway towards the front office.

He reached up to run his hand through his stylish blonde locks and his shirt rode up just enough to see the edge of his Calvin Klein underwear and the tanned skin above it. Little dimples rested above his waist line and I thought I saw trails of ink riding up and down his back before his shirt finally fell back down and his arm rested back by his side.

I was surprised to see him sitting in my first period class and even more shocked when he sat in the, normally empty, chair next to mine. Deciphering whether I should provoke conversation or just awkwardly sit there I took my seat.

Before I even made my decision one of my bitchier classmates swung by our desk and threw the finger up towards me. Jumping in my seat I stared at the blonde mystery in front of me as he spoke.

"I'd be careful where I put that finger of mine sweatheart." His voice was deep and had an enticing Irish accent hidden in it. It sent shivers down my spine and made me blush, either because he spoke up for me or because his voice was like rough scarlet. But either way it didn't matter because my face was as red as a tomato.

The girl just glared at him until she opened her glossy lips that millions of boys have probably made out with. "Aren't you that guy who beat up that other dude over on the east side?" She twirled her hair in her fingers and I literally just wanted to throw a chair at her.

"Yeah and aren't you the girl who slept with the whole high school population?" I choked on air as her face went red and she just looked at him dumbfounded. He just sat there comfortably in his seat and smirked without a care in the world and I couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

Without another word the girl just clicked her heels and walked away and the boy kept his smug smirk on his face. I didn't know whether to thank him or apologize to him so I just stared.

My daze ended when our teacher started handing out papers with questions about World history on it. We were to look up the questions in the book, write them down and turn it in by tomorrow. The blonde boy excused himself from basically the whole period when he asked to go to the restroom.

He came back just in time to hear the dismissal bell and I was both annoyed and hurt that he left me. I was in the process of stuffing the paper in my bag when it was rudely ripped from my grasp.

"Hey!" My voice faltered at the end when I saw who took the paper.

"I'll finish it and give it back to you tomorrow." I've only heard 3 sentences come out of his perfect lips and I was already in love with his voice. It was so different and a little dark, like he was hiding a secret.

I was reluctant to give it to him but didn't feel like doing the work so I let him take it.

"We better not get a bad grade because of you." I was only half serious. I sucked at world history and if we got anything above a 50 it would be a miracle.

"Oh and I didn't put your name on it because.. Well because I don't know it..." I couldn't have sounded more stupid. Obviously he's capable of writing his name on the paper. God mary.

"It's Niall." The 'l' left his tongue so smoothly, and his mouth shaped his name like the petals of a rose.

He took off down the hallway and I smiled and walked down the opposite way.

My boyfriend, Daniel, picked me up after 4th period and took me to grab some lunch. I ran my hand through his hair and he held onto me by my waist like he always would.

"Babe, I'm gonna hang with the guys tonight. Alright?" It wasn't really a question, it was a statement. He never asked about what I wanted. It was the fourth day in a row he had ditched me and I was getting both annoyed and angry.

"Whatever Daniel." I let go of his hand and started walking to my fifth period. He called for me but didn't try to go after me so I just kept walking.

I smiled when I found out Niall was in my last period. He wasn't next to me but he was still there. His hair was a little ruffled and I was able to see his jaw clench when the school quarter back called him a dick.

Before he could silently slip his headphones into his pierced ears I was able to hear the opening of the guitar and drums to Nirvana's 'In Bloom' as I quietly smirk to myself. Daniel hates my older taste in music.

I didn't even realize a giggle had escaped my mouth until he turned his bright blue eyes on me. I silently begged that he had not heard my giggle before his earphones were jammed into his ears. My prayers are neglected as my heart jumps and I try to avoid his gaze as I feel it burning through, making my cheeks bright red.

His voice broke the tension when he simply and so arrogantly says, "I'm taking you out to dinner, when are you free?"

I almost choke on air as he so very arrogantly presented his statement with the full cockiness of a football team. At first I thought it to be a mere joke but his face was stern and his eyebrows were raised waiting for a reply.

"Oh, you're serious." My brain scrambled for words, I had no reply to his sentence or any idea of what to say, so I said possibly the stupidest excuse ever.

"I uh, have a boyfriend. Sorry."

Niall's face shifted in the slightest way but he still looked serious and arrogantly comfortable.

"So what. I asked you to dinner, not bed."

"You didn't ask anything." I reminded him.

"Yes I did, I said 'when are you free?'" A sly smile crept up his cheeks and I just rolled my eyes.

I concentrated on him and seriously thought about what to say; and came up with the answer of "Friday. 6:00." Then I grabbed my books and my bag and went to a different table away from his stare but not from thoughts about him.