Kaia's POV (Back to normal)

It was five past three and I had received twelve missed calls and seventeen text messages. My phone went off yet again. I glanced at it just to see who it was. Niall's name and number flashed on the screen repeatedly. My thumb hovered over the answer button for a second before I finally pressed it.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Kaia, it's Niall. Josh told me everything,"
His voice trembled. I didn't know whether or not to be happy he finally found out or upset that Josh was the one to tell him. I mean, he wasn't exactly the most reliable source.
"Are you...alright?" I asked.
He didn't sound alright but I had to ask. It was a while before he finally answered.
"Oh, you know, I've been better. Hey...um...listen, I don't suppose you'd want to catch up tonight. I don't know about you but I could really use a friend right now,"

Why the hell not? It wasn't a date. He said he needed a friend. That's what I was, right? I mean, surely Niall and Amber had broken up. He was an idiot if he hadn't already told her it was over. What she had done was absolutely unforgivable. What kind of person would want to stay in a relationship with a scheming whore?
"Yeah, that would be great,"
I grinned to myself. Who knows, maybe something would happen between us. It would be the perfect way to get back at Amber. I wouldn't have usually stooped to her level but I was furious and fed up with her lies. This hoe was going down, I didn't care what it took.
"What time should I pick you up?"
Pick me up? Where was he taking me? I wanted to ask but was afraid of what he would say.

What if it was dinner? Or a movie? Or worse, both? Still not a date, I chanted in my head over and over but it still wouldn't sink in.
"Um, I'm not sure. Seven maybe?" I suggested.
Shit, it was already six. Was I really stressing about not having enough time to get ready? What the hell was wrong with me? I almost banged my head against the wall to try to snap out of it. An hour was plenty of time. An hour was too much time.
"Sounds good, see you then," he sounded almost excited.
"Bye babe,"
I closed my eyes and held the phone away from my ear. What the fuck? Did I really just call Niall babe? Now I was definitely concerned. What the hell was wrong with me? How did I always manage to screw everything up? Now it would be even more awkward when I saw him. Pfft, like that was possible. I held the phone loosely to my ear but all I heard was the dial tone. He'd hung up on me. Fucking marvellous.

***

I hadn't bothered to wear much make up. It just wasn't my thing. I whacked on a bit of lip balm in case it was windy, and some foundation to hide the volcano of a pimple growing on the end of my nose, threatening to erupt at any moment. I had only just managed to squeeze into my blue and white striped dress that I had found hanging at the back of my cupboard. Normally, I wouldn't wear dresses. They were short, ugly and very unflattering. Unfortunately, anything cool I owned was in the wash. Mum had insisted it was hygienic to wash everything straight after you had a stomach bug. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. I raced downstairs. My white ballet flats scuffed on the freshly washed tiles. I couldn't be any more nervous. I hadn't forgotten about my little 'Freudian slip' earlier but I hoped he had.

Notes

FINISHED THIS CHAPTER!!