Stand Up For Me

"Delilah, I don't think you understand, Niall gets what Niall wants. I don't know why he wants you of all the girls in our school, but he does. I don't know if you know this, but he's head jock, every girl wants him, every guy want to be him, so why do you think you're so different?" I read Zayn's lips.

"Just because asshole is what all the girls at this school look for in a guy doesn't mean that I look for the same thing. I prefer gentleman, such as the guy I'm with. Plus, I'm not into boys, I'm into men, so Niall isn't my type." I respond, I pull my wrist out of his grip.

I walk off to my next class where I'm greeted by Niall, who looks directly at me. He doesn't seem happy. Understandable, I did dump the guy to replace him. I take my seat at the front of the class. Niall then trades seats with someone in the front next to me.

Niall hands me a note. I read the words scribbled on the torn piece of paper:

Why do you think you're better than me? News flash, you're not. Just because you have a problem, doesn't mean that you are a higher class than any of us. You're just like any other girl, so why don't you like me?
-Niall

I scribble my reply:

I don't give a shit what other girls like. And I'm not higher class than anyone. Why don't you go fuck yourself, asshole? I don't follow no fucking crowd, I like what I like. Louis is a gentleman unlike you. Why don't you clean up your act, and then I might take an interest in you.
-Delilah

His face turns red as he gets his stuff and leaves the class. Good for him. I really don't give a shit. And, I have a news update for my brother about the cochleor inplant.

Notes

Thanks for reading, comment if you're still reading. Sorry it took so long.