Clary's POV
I came downstairs and our lovely guests were already inside. Maura came over and hugged me. I hate hugs. They are weird. Hey I like you let me just wrap my arms around you and squeeze. I hug her back though, because if I didn't my mom would have my head on a stick.
My mom is smiling and talking to some boy. I just want to go for my night run, then curl up into my bed and wish that I could wake up from this nighmare.

My mom's voice rang out snapping my from my thoughts. "That's my daughter Clarissa, she's is your same age." Wow could she make this any worse. Maybe if I am lucky I will choke on my food and die. I'll just ignore the guy...that's a good plan. Because then I wouldn't have to die. I just look at my mom. "Whats for dinner Mom?"

"Oh my famous stir fry."

Thanks the lord. That was my favorite meal that my mom could make. My mom was a fabulous cook. I helped her set the table. I could feel him watching me. What was him name? Did he even say his name? That's very rude. Not like it really mattered though. I just needed to get through these two years and then I will go back to college in America. I don't need friends here...I just need to survive school.

We all sat down and started to eat. Maura spoke up "So your mother was telling me you can play piano?" I want to stab myself with a fork. I HATE POLITE DINNER CHIT CHAT.

"Yep. My dad taught me." I shoved another bite into my mouth. The faster I eat the faster this gets over with.

"Well Niall here is in the local band." So that's his name. I finally let myself look at him. He's not bad looking. He's got crooked teeth and his hair is like bleached blonde but you could see the brown roots. His eyes were amazing though...all around not to bad looking. Then I realized I sitll haven't answered Maura.

"Thats cool I guess." My mom shot me a glare. What? Its like I am going to be all buddy buddy with this guy. He strikes me like the popular jack ass. You know what I'm talking about...he's probably full of himself and thinks he's just the greatest thing since cellphones got invented. And I hate those people. I was popular enough back home. But I never partied. My mom and I had a pact. She would let swearing slide if I didn't do any drugs or drank. Which was fine by me, that stuff would only jeopardize my football career.

My phone buzzed. It was a snapchat from Nicole. I opened it. It was a pic of the whole team at camp saying they missed me. I really needed to find a place so I could practice. They have to have parks over here right? I noticed that Niall was looking over at me. God what? I probably had something on my face. Whatever I don't even care. "Do you play?"

"What?"

"Do. You. Play?" Wow someone had sass. I assume he meant football.

"Yea I. Do." Another glare from my mom. What he started it? I wasn't stupid he didn't have to have that snarky attitude. When can I leave? Everyone looks pretty much done...soon then I can just be alone agian.

"What position?" Why the fuck did he even care?

"Foreward." He smiles and nods then looks at his plate, then his eyes meet mine.

"I like your jersey." He went back to his plate after that. I WANT TO LEAVE. After a couple more minutes of silence everyone was done so I helped my mom clear dishes but then she suggested the worst thing ever.

"Why don't you show Niall around the house Clary." WHY? Its not like he's going to be coming over often. This is the last time this little prick is setting foot inside this house! Mark my words mother! I grunted and showed him around. I brought him to my studio downstairs first. I dont' need friends...and I wouldn't be friends with this guy anyways. Okay I just need to make out of this tour without potentially maiming him...I've got this.

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Niall's POV
She brought me to the what I assume is her studio. There was a grand piano in the middle with sheet music all over the top. She wasn't bad looking. She had deep red hair that was pretty long and curled. She didn't really look anything like her mom...minus the hair and nose. I wonder where her dad is? But her eyes...holy shit. Her eyes were the color of the trees...this bright green that you couldn't stop looking at. Hence why I looked at my plate most of the dinner. Plus, she liked the Rams, she also played football. Except she probably called it soccer, being American and all.

She clearly doesn't want to be here either. My mom dragged me here. Saying how she doesn't know anyone and it would be nice for her to have someone before school started. Like I care why? I'm sure she'll be fine and she'll make friends at school. Tryouts were in a week I didn't have time to get to know some girl who has maybe spoke 5 words to me. I noticed a painting easel too. "You paint as well?"

"Yea, my mom taught me." Damn that's pretty impressive. My buddy Zayn was huge into art...I think she's good. I don't really know...the painting looks nice.

She led me out of there and she showed me upstairs. The house wasn't very big but it was all modern. When we finished she said something to her mom and then disappeared upstairs. Clarissa was her name. I wonder if she can sing. I watched her climb up the stairs. I heard a door shut and like that...she was gone.

I got a text from the boys wondering if I was done with the dinner. "Hey mum, band practice...can I go?" My mum nodded. I thanked Mrs. Wolf for the dinner.

"Sorry about Clarissa, she hasn't been in the best mood these past months. Hopefully she'll warm up to you." I just nodded, why would her mom hope that Clarissa would warm up to me. I just shrugged it off and left, heading towards Harry's house.

I can only imagine she wasn't happy. She just uprooted her whole life and moved her for her mom. I got to Harry's in like 15 minutes. "Hey man! Hows was the dinner? Was she hot?"

"She was alright, kinda quiet though."

"So right up Harry's alley!" Lou appeared. I couldn't help but laugh at that. Harry definitely would like Clarissa...but I don't think he would find her good looking. I didn't really want to tell them that I actually did think she was pretty. They would just all mock me. Lou especially, he has been my bestfriend since grade school. Liam came trailing behind. "So that's all you learned after about 2 hours is that she's quiet?"

"No. She plays football and plays piano and paints." They all nodded but rolled their eyes, clearly not happy with my response. What what I supposed to tell them? Her deepest darkest secrets? She barely even looked at me!

Zayn came bursting through the door. "Alright lads lets practice. My mum wants me home by 10." They all sat down and jammed. 9:30 rolled around and we called it quits. I headed back home and kept thinking about Clarissa. I wonder if she was going to be a tryouts next week. I wonder if she is any good.

I kind of bugged me that she didn't seem to like me. Her responses were always very direct and blunt. I really don't like it when people don't like me. I always try to be kind but apparently she didn't care. She probably just wants to be left alone. And I honestly got that...but I wouldn't be a bad friend...whatever just don't try Niall. If she wants to be friends then she will have to make the first move. I tried earlier...because it would be nice to have a fellow Rams fan to hang out with. I look out my window and look at the house. I sigh then shut my blinds. I have to focus on tryouts not the redhead next door.

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