A Boy and His Guitar

"You can't be friends with her," he stated simply. Clarity widened her eyes.

"And why the hell not?!" Niall darted his eyes to look at Carly.

"You just can't, CeCe-"

"No, I'll be friends with whoever I wanna fucken be friends with," Clarity said and left Niall, rolling her eyes as she got back to Carly's table.

"Sorry, my friend was being a jerk," she said, loud enough for Niall to hear it. She sat besides a very attractive athlete and some other geeky--but stylish-- girl.

"Hey, Clarity, so there's this party tonight, and I heard that Peder Mani wanted you there," one of the girls more preppy girls at the table said. "I'd consider going with us," she said with a wink.

Clarity had been in Mullingar long enough to know that Peder Mani was one of the countries heart-throbs. He was hot, but could Clarity just betray Niall like that? It wasn't like Niall and her were official-- they'd never even been on a date. Still...
No-- Clarity would go to the party.

"I'll meet you there," she said. "Will you text me the details?"

The girl, Layna, smiled. "Of course, here, give me your phone." Clarity and Layna exchanged phones, as well as Carly and her.

She looked back at Niall, but saw he wasn't at his table anymore. She smirked as she saw him sitting on the stairs that lead out of the cafeteria.

"I'll see you guys there," she said.

Notes

Okay, I hope you guys know this isn't a 'and they lived happily ever after' story. This story will contain much more realistic details than a stupid fairy tale book made for... Five year olds.

I am better than that. I find better stories than that on clothing tags.

Sorry to take my anger out on you guys. Smooches!!