My Bully

JESSICA’S POV

I don’t know why I gave this guy another chance, I just did. No idea why. Niall stayed a little while longer then until he needed to leave soon. What will happen from now on? Will he tell his friends that I self harm? Maybe he’d tell the whole school.. No. He said he’s changed, right? Maybe? Ugh, this is what happens when I over think things. I should stop thinking. It’s still 2 in the afternoon anyway. Not a time in the day to have a deep thought of something.

I spent the rest of the day watching the whole season 4 of Glee. And I can’t wait to see what happens next with ‘Klaine’. My phone suddenly buzzed, claiming me to have a message. Probably just my mom, but I just checked it anyway.

Niall: hey, beautiful.

What? It’s Niall?

Me: you still have this number?

I replied to him.

Niall: why wouldn’t I have this number?

Me: idk after everything I guess..

Niall: please don’t remind me of any of it, it makes me sick when someone reminds me of all
the pain I gave you

Me: okay..

Niall: is that a ‘good okay’ or just an ‘okay okay’?

Me: ‘okay okay’

Niall: well I guess it’s okay.. are you busy tomorrow? :/

Me: no, not really, why?

Niall: I have a soccer match tomorrow, would you like to come?

Me: are you sure?

Niall: yeah, why not?

Me: I guess, I’ll just see tomorrow..

Niall: okay, just come by to the school’s soccer field tomorrow by 9, if you decide to come

Me: okay

Niall: I really hope you would

That’s the final text until I stopped replying. I really need to get my head together. I have sudden headache and it hurts like hell. I rush down the stairs carefully not to let myself slip and fall. “What’s wrong, Jessie?” Mrs. Cole greeted me down the stairs. “Just a headache, I think I need coffee” I walk myself to the kitchen, Mrs. Cole follows me. “You can just sit down, I’ll have it done in 3 minutes” Mrs. Cole smiles at me. I shake my head at her kindness, “No thank you, Mrs. Cole, I’ll make it myself, thank you” Mrs. Cole nods and leaves the kitchen. I reach for the coffee cup and starts making my coffee. Maybe I should come tomorrow; it wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

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