Cold Water (Dark Niall)

3: "You're an asshole."

"Your brother is honestly so good." Sophia tells me when Jason scores his fourth goal during the penalty kicks exercise. "And the goalkeeper is really good."

"I kno-"

I don't get to finish, because a ball hits me right in the face, and sends me backwards so I hit my back against the bench behind me.

I loudly swear, before I stand up to look who kicked the ball. Of course, Niall looks quite pleased mixed with worried.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I yell as I grab the wall, and then step over the benches in front of me, jump over the railing, and proceed to stomp towards him on the field. I throw the ball back at his face, but he catches it quickly.

"I think you're mental." He retaliates. "It was an accident you idiot."

"You're the fucking idiot!" I yell, pushing him. "You just hit me in the face!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did your foundation come off or something?" he mocks, and I want to slap him, but Jed pulls me back.

"Stop it babe. It was an accident."

I feel betrayed for the hundredth time today. "Why are you taking his side? He just hit me in the face with the ball!"

"Horan! Parker! Cut it out!" their coach yells at me as he comes jogging towards us. "Do you want me to sign you both up for a week of detention?" he asks.

I shake my head, because God no. Spending two hours after school in the same room as Niall for a week would be hell on earth.

"Alright then. Ms. Parker, please go back to your seat. Horan, get your head in the game."

I turn around, not even sparing another glance to Jed, and walk over to Sophia.

***

"That's a nice bruise you have there." Jake says the next day as I get out of my car and grab my light pink Michael Kors bag from the backseat.

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"Shut up." I mumble and lock the car, before we begin to walk towards school.

"Stop biting your nails." Sophia tells Jason, who looks more nervous than he's ever been.

"The list of those who made the team is already up, and I don't know whether I'm getting in." Jason says.

I spot Jed waiting for me at my locker, and I instantly smile. I kiss his lips as a greeting, and he assures Jason that the guys only said good things about him in the locker room, but he hasn't seen the list either.

We walk over to the giant bulletin board and I look for the list. Jake points it out, and then shrieks when he sees that he's made the team.

"What? I didn't make it." Jason says and places his finger on his name, that's the first under the 'rejected' column.

"That's impossible. You were really good. Way better than this Tom guy." I say, appalled.

Jed approves me.

I turn my head to him. "Who is in charge of selecting the team?"

"The team captain. Coach let him choose this year-"

"Who is it?" I ask, and I see Jed's eyes flicker with realization.

"Niall." He answers, and that's about all it takes for me to snap.

I look around until I see him at the end of the hallway, chatting Perrie up by his locker.

"Niall Horan!" I yell, making some heads turn towards me, including his annoyed face.