Ms. Perfect meets Mr. Nobody

"Who are you trying to impress here, Mr. Horan? Because it sure isn't working on me." Mrs. Hubbard said to me once class ended. I shrug as a response.

"Just trying to be myself. Or is this me not good for society?" I add. She cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up her face.

"Save your speech for debate club. I don't like the way you speak to me and I'd like it to stop. I'll let you off with yet another warning but next time will be the last." She said that last time. I roll my eyes and stuff my hands in my pockets.

"You are released."

"I'm not a dog." I say just before I leave. She keeps giving me warnings because she doesn't want to watch me in detention. Not like my parents would care where I went. Next was gym... With her. I have almost EVERY bell with that Ms. Perfect, Delilah. It's scary, really.

I walk down the halls by myself. I don't care. I go to the boys locker room and change into my gym clothes. Oh great. Today is dodgeball. My favorite.

"Hey, Horan. Nice abs!" I look down at my torso. Yeah, I'm ripped but I think that was sarcasm. I look over at the voice. Dylan Stokes. Football jock.

"I know. Thanks." And I flex. Flex. Flex. He rolled his eyes and walked up to me, pulling his shirt up to show his abs. Impressive. But I don't say anything. I put on the grey shirt and slip on my black gym shorts.

"You're such a loser."

"I care sooooo much." I reply sarcastically. He punched my gut, making me bend over in pain. His friends laugh and high five him. Yes, pain is rewarding.

"Hit me back tough guy! Or are you too scared?" I wasn't scared. I've just learned to use my words as my fighting tool. He hit me again and left. Leave a man down. Real mature. I straighten up and walk into the gym. Everyone was talking and laughing. I search around the room. Then I realized who I was looking for...

Avery.

I cough for no reason and walk with my head down. I can't think about her now. Or ever again. She's gone and there isn't anything anyone can do about it. I sit down against the wall and bite my nails, as I usually did when I thought about her.

Avery was my little sister. She just started her freshman year. We did everything together. She trusted me and vise versa. I protected her with my life. Passed tense. Passed tense. Passed tense. It was my fault. I was watching her. I should have seen the car coming. I should have put my phone down. I should have protected her.

Enough, Niall! She's gone and there isn't a way to turn back the time! But every time I close my eyes I see her smile or before I go to bed I hear her screams. Her screams for help. Her screams for me to put my phone down. Ones I didn't listen to.

"Are you deaf or something?" I hear that annoying voice. I look up to see Delilah Eastridge standing there with her hands on her hips.

"Only when you're talking to me." I reply and look away. She scoffed and I knew I got to her.

"Rude!"

"Oh I'm sorry, Ms. Perfect. Was I not treating you like a queen?" She rolled her eyes way to far. She looked like one of those scary movie people with their white eyes.

"I asked why you hate me so much. Everyone likes me!" I scoff and stand up. She was a lot shorter than me. About up to my chest.

"That's exactlly it! Everyone thinks you are absolutely perfect! Basketball player slash cheerleader! You know not everyone likes you, right? Not me, that it." I say. She looked up at me with a death glare. I decided to carry on.

"Perfect grades. Perfect hair. Perfect height. Perfect body. Perfect career choice. Perfect face. Perfect life! I'll have you know that I'm none of those! I don't bow down to big headed perfects!" And I walk away. I can just hear Avery tell me to apologize. Ignore her, Niall. She deserved it.

"Alright, ladies! I'm gonna split y'all into teams! Dylan and Johnny are your captains!" Great. I'm never gonna get picked.

"James." Dylan goes first.

"Delilah." Of course.

"Dorian."

"Jaylon."

"Jordan."

"Barb."

"Christian."

The names rolled on and on. People varied. I was not called yet. My face starts to heat up. It was just me and Edgar. A weird nerd from Scottland. Dylan and Johnny look at each other like they were fighting in their minds. Johnny sighed.

"Horan." He said the word like it was poison in his mouth. I give him a smug smile and walk over to his side. He trips me on my way there and everyone laughs. I blush but keep a straight face. Delilah looks at me like I was road kill. Coach blows his whistle and we start. I stay in the back while mostly everyone go for the balls.

"Get off the wall, Horan!" Dylan yells with a smirk, chucking the ball at me. If I didn't dodge, I would have lost a few teeth. I hate dodgeball. I watch Delilah chuck the ball and hit a pack of girls. They scream and scramble. Johnny high fives her and they laugh. I grab a ball. She turns around and runs up to me.

"Give it to me!" She demanded.

"No. You can't tell me what to do!"

"You're such a loser. Just give me the stupid ball!"

"No way. I don't have to listen to you. Remember our conversation earlier?" Just then a ball comes hurling towards us. It hits Delilah right in the shoulder before she could catch it. She looks at me, ready to pounce.

"You are a nobody, Niall Horan! Nobody knows you! Nobody likes you! You're not tough! Youre freaking annoying! Go... Go kill yourself, why don't ya?" And she stomps away. Everyone stares at me. I slam the ball on the floor and leave the gym entirely.

All that because I didn't give her a damn ball.

Notes

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