He watched her leave with a line of smoke after her. She walked leather squeaking, boots slamming against the floor behind a teacher.
"Please put that away," the teacher asked.
"I'd rather not," B said, "It's low tar."
The teacher didn't reply to that.
B stopped, and when she stopped the teacher continued forward for a bit.
She turned then. "Oi, Niall!" she yelled.
He blushed and looked down.
"What on earth are you doing? Come on," the teacher said to her as she came closer and grabbed B's arm.
B yanked her arm away from the teacher. "Don't touch me," she hissed. Then she started walking towards him. "I'll come by later, don't worry. I need my weekly suspending."
When she got to Niall, the teacher was gone. She smirked. "Niall James Horan... Who knew you had a bad side."
"I don't," Niall tried to say.
"Really?" B said raising her eyebrows. "If you don't, you wouldn't come with me."
She turned to leave and of course Niall went after her.
