Maybe

Eighteen

Thursday




My palms are sweaty when I walk into school on Thursday. Harry and I are supposed to talk this afternoon, and the thought of rejection hurts.




Niall is back, and when he catches my eye he gives a fake smile and waves. It still hurts to look at him, but it's getting better.




He walks over to me, and we look awkwardly at each other.




"Hey." I smile to the best of my ability.




"Hi. How are you?" He asks.




"Good. And you?"




"Good. I'm visiting Ireland next week."




"Thats cool. I bet you're excited to see your friends again"




"Yeah I am."




This is nice, just having a normal conversation with Niall.




"Scout?"




I turn as Harry walks up, obviously confused. He and Niall glare at each other.




"Hey, Harry."




"Are we still on for tonight?" He asks, shoving it in Niall's face.




"You two are seeing each other?" Niall asks, the pain not hidden in his voice.




"No, no, we are just lab partners." I say.




Niall nods, exusing himself when someone calls his name.




"What the hell was that?" Harry whispers angerly.




"We were just talking." I shrug.




"Nobody is allowed to fucking speak to you but me."




I cringe at his language, "Harry thats pretty unrealistic."




"I don't care."




I sign, opening my locker.




"But really, are we on for tonight?"




"Yes."




"Whos house?"




"Probably yours since Ryan will be home."




"Okay."




He walks away, leaving me alone to my thoughts.