Life unexpected

Adele pov
I leaned back in my chair and rested my feet against the desk crossing my legs. Maths was so boring. Who needs algebra anyway? I frowned and looked down on the paper as I tried my best but failing hopelessly to do the sums that were in front of me.

In the end I just gave up and started drawing a picture of one direction. I was not the biggest fan but I really liked there music. I slyly reached down into my bag and got my earphones out. I pulled it through my jumper and put it into my ear. I put their newest album ‘midnight memories’ on. I was soon lost in my drawing and the math’s lesson flew by. When the bell went I jumped and my papers flew everywhere. I groaned and bent down to pick it up. Everyone in the class turned round to look at me. And my drawing. I flushed; deeply embarrassed I dropped down onto the floor and picked up my scattered papers.

“Adele wickers, that all you have been doing this entire lesson?” Mr. Cavets voice boomed from the front of the class.
I picked up the drawings and math’s book and put them into my bag.

“Well? Miss wickers, answer Me.” he said.

“Yes sir.” I replied quietly.

“Detention after school. You can do the work then.”
I muttered something under my breath but apparently he heard.

“What was that miss wickers?”

“I said, why do we have to do fucking algebra any way it’s bullshit and a waste of my fucking time.” I rushed out not even realising what I said until I said it. The whole lass gaped at me and then they started whispering. Even Mr. Cavet looked a bit shocked at my sudden outburst.

“MISS WICKERS THAT IS AN HOUR DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL AND ANOTHER ONE TOMORROW AT LUNCH!”

I gaped at him. Then I stormed out of the room slamming the door behind me with a massive bang. There was no way I was going to that detention. I stomped down the hall way towards art which is the lesson that I had next. I was greeted by Miss Maketo as I walked in. I simply nodded then went to sit at the back.
Art was the only lesson that I could properly express myself in.

I picked up my pencil and started to sketch still listening to one direction. My mind was not even thinking of what I was drawing I was just letting my hand draw whatever it liked. In the end it came up with a very detailed sketch of Niall Horan. Even I had to say it was actually quite good. I started a new one and this time it was a picture of the landscape of London. It was cloudy and rain was pouring down. The picture was black and white except for a London bus. I loved London and I never wanted to leave.

I managed to get through the day avoiding amber and her posy and when the last bell went I grabbed my rucksack and practically ran out the school gates where I headed to Nandos.
Round the back I grabbed my apron and cap then went inside where I tapped Alyssa on the shoulder.

“You can go now, I am here.”

She smiled gratefully and disappeared round the back. I stood leaning on the counter waiting aimlessly my fingers tapping impatiently waiting for a customer to come in. Finally a couple came in and sat down in the window. I waited a few minutes before wandering over to them and asking them for their order. When I had taken it I wandered back and hung it on the rail.

Getting seriously bored I resoluted to playing candy crush on my phone. I did not even notice the next few customers come in until I heard a cough and looked up to find a short baud man who looked extremely angry.

“Oi I have been waiting here for ages and you have not even acknowledged me.”

“I’m sorry si-“I did not get to finish before he interrupted me again.

“Can you just take my fucking order you little slag.”

I felt tears come to my eyes when he said that. But before I could run out the room in tears, someone stepped from behind the man.

“Who do you think you are, talking to her like that? She did not notice you. There is no reason to be getting so rude.” He said.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at my savior. He was looking down on me with concern in his eyes. Then it hit me, it hit me hard like a ton of bricks. I was looking up into the sparkling blue eyes of Niall Horan.

“I-I um thanks.” I said shyly playing with my hands.

“That’s okay I could not let someone as beautiful as you get spoken to like that.”
I was really confused. Why the hell did Niall Horan just call me beautiful? I was so ugly and he had so many beautiful girls following him around.

Seeing my discomfort he frowned. “Well now that’s all over can I order my perri perri chicken please.” He said finally grinning. His smile was infectious and I found myself smiling.

What just happened? I smiled that had not happened in about 2 years, since my parents and brother died in the car crash.
It must have been Niall.

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