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The Boy Next Door

Chapter 6

I spent the entire Art class complaining to Kayla about Niall. He torturously teased me throughout the whole off period while I was attempting to tutor him. He was so going to pay for that. It was finally time for music, my favorite and last class of the day. I walked to the classroom and my heart stopped as I noticed Louis leaning against the wall next to the door. That was something he always used to do before any class that we had together. We would talk for a couple of minutes until the bell rang.

I took a deep breath before walking towards him, planning on just ignoring his presence. Obviously he had other plans.

"We need to talk Maeve." He said blocking my path to get in the room.

"No," I tried to push past him.

"Please, just for a minute then you can go back to ignoring me."

"Fine. What do you want?" I scowled at him. He looked down at his feet nervously, probably thinking of something to say.

"Um, How are you?"

"Just Peachy. You?" My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Horrible, I've missed you. I know I screwed up. I'm an ass, but I want to make it up to you. We were so good together Mae."

"Don't you dare 'Mae' me. And yes you did screw up, and your not only an ass, your a fucking douche bag. I don't want to hear your shit-"

"Ms. Callaghan, watch that dirty mouth." I heard someone say behind me. I turned to see my hot music teacher Mr. Rodner, smirking at me. "I think it's time you and Mr. Tomlinson take your seats, class is about to begin." With that he walked in the room leaving me outside with Louis.
I glared at him, before going to follow Mr. Rodner into the classroom but Louis grabbed my wrist pulling me back.

"What now?" I spat.

" I was drunk and Whitney threw herself at me. I barely even realized what was happening. Can you consider giving me another chance?" He practically begged.

I scoffed before leaving him hanging and finally walking in the room. Two bitchy cheerleaders were sitting on top of Niall's desk flirting with him and he was flirting right back. I wasn't even jealous, which was surprising. It just pissed me off, but mostly because I was still angered about my conversation with Louis. When he noticed me come to in the room his attention shifted focus from them. I smiled smugly to myself as I felt him watching me. I sat in my seat next to him, and watched a glum looking Louis shuffle across the room to his seat. I rolled my eyes before doodling in my notebook.

"Okay, today I want to get a feel for some of your music abilities. Would anyone be willing to perform in front of the class?" Mr. Rodner asked looking around the room for any takers. No one raised their hand. "Fine, then I guess I will have to choose." I watched as his eyes scanned the room and locked with mine. "Ms. Callaghan, you seemed to have quite the mouth earlier. Maybe you'd like to put that to good use." I heard a couple of the guys snort at how wrong that sounded.

"Um, no not really."

"I wouldn't want to have to give you detention for some of the words I heard you spit out there now would I?" He challenged. I groaned before standing up.

"Fine." I muttered making my way to the front of the room. "Do you have a guitar?" I asked, I knew exactly what song I would be playing. Mr. Rodner nodded his head before going into the instrument closet and coming out with a Yamaha 5335 Acoustic guitar. It was similar to the one I have at home. I took it from him and sat in the front of the room. After getting comfortable playing a few chords I started the song.

"Wish I had concentrated.
They said love was complicated, but it's something I just fell into.
And it was overrated, but just look what I created.
I came out alive, but I'm black and blue.
Before you ask me if I'm alright think about what I had to do...

Wake-up and smell the break up.
Fix my heart, put on my make-up.
Another mess I didn't plan.
And I'll bet you thought you beat me.
Wish you could only see I got an "I Heart Question Mark" written on the back of my hand.

I'd be fine if you just walked by,
but you had to talk about why you were wrong and I was right.
But I can't believe you made me sit at home, cry like a baby, wait right by the phone every night.
And now you ask about you and I, there's no you and I,
remember what you put me through I had to...

Wake-up and smell the break up.
Fix my heart, put on my make-up.
Another mess I didn't plan.
And I'll bet you thought you beat me.
Wish you could only see I got an "I Heart Question Mark" written on the back of my hand.

And when you're home all alone at night,
you'll still wonder why you took everything I had, oh baby.
I haven't thought about you and I, there's no you and I, and I know someday you will...

Wake-up and smell the break up.
Realize that we won't make up.
It didn't go the way you planned.
And you'll know you didn't beat me
when you look down and see I got an "I Heart Question Mark" written on the back of my hand.
Written on the back of my hand.
An "I heart yeah Question Mark".
Written on the back of my hand..."

When I was done I looked up and directly into Louis eyes. They were filled with sadness, embarrassment and a hint of anger. Probably from the few 'Ooos' going around the room as everyone realized I was basically dissing Louis. Basically the whole school knew what happened between Louis and I. Half of my grade was there the night he cheated. I gave him a sarcastic smile, scrunching my nose slightly before placing the guitar against the desk and walking back to my seat. I knew all eyes were on me but I just ignored them all.

"That was hot," An Irish accent whispered into my ear so only I could hear. I looked to my right and saw Niall leaning close to me, a sexy grin on his face. I rolled my eyes at him.

I took out the rest of my anger during soccer practice. We broke in to two teams and had a small scrimmage. Coach was still examining the new comers, seeing who was good enough to make the team or not. She offered for me to help her watch, but I knew that I needed to play today. I told her to let Kayla help instead. I was a bit rough on the field, and I was probably going to hard on the freshman. I was a bit of a ball hog as well, but I needed to take my frustrations out somewhere. I was pissed at Louis for thinking he deserved a second chance. I was pissed at my annoying music teacher for making me sing in front of everyone. And lastly I was pissed at Niall for leaving me sexually flustered. At the end of try outs I was sweating and breathing heavily as I went to the locker room to shower. I saw Niall carrying the large gatorade cooler in just one hand as he walked into the boys locker room. The sight of his bulging muscles only turned me on more. Agitated, I quickly showered and through on the yoga pants and t-shirt that I brought to change into.

I grabbed my bag and went to meet Niall outside of the locker rooms. He stood against the wall with his ankles crossed. He was in just a tank top and basketball shorts. I took a moment to admire him before he could catch me starring. I guess I was too late because he smirked walking over to me and through his arm around my shoulder.

"How was practice? You seemed to be getting pretty intense."

"You were watching me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't the only one. It's pretty hard to focus with a sexy girl getting all angry and forceful a few feet away. So what was bothering you? Still squirming from earlier." I could hear the smile in his voice as he lightly rubbed his fingers along my hip. Just that slight touch had me begging for more, but I wouldn't let him know he was getting to me.

"You'd like that wouldn't you." I pretended that I didn't want him, but he obviously could tell.

We got to my car and I started the drive home. He placed his hand on my thigh drawing circled patterns. He casually moved it closer and closer to my center. I thought I was going to explode if I didn't feel him. He knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

"Stop it now." I threatened.

"Why baby? Don't you like that?"

I groaned smacking his hand away from me before stepping harder on the gas. I pulled into the secluded parking lot where no one ever goes. Except the occasional group of guys to smoke weed. I slammed on the breaks and put the car in drive before hopping over the console and straddling his lap. He seemed surprised by my actions, but was quick to catch on and smirk. He pulled me into him so our crotches rubbed together as he sucked roughly on my neck. I continuously grinded my hips into his just wanting to feel some friction. I felt his breathing quicken as he sucked on my neck, most likely leaving a love bite. I pushed a little harder and he pulled back slightly looking at my face.

"You need to stop that." He growled. I looked at him confused and slightly hurt. "Your going to make me cum in my pants if you do that again." He reassured me. I giggled slightly before reaching down and tugging on the waste band of his shorts. He lifted his butt up so I could pull them down until they pooled around his ankles and sneakers. He followed suit, pulling my yoga pants until they were completely off, taking a sharp breath when he realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. I kissed his lips as I pulled his boxers off as well leaving us both bare. I rocked my hips against his and the new contact sent shock waves throughout my body. "I told you to stop." He groaned as he held my hips firmly, lining me up over his boner. I slowy slid down, and winced at the slight pain. I hadn't had sex since Niall, which was about a month ago. Before that I only had it a few times with Louis, so I wasn't so well adjusted.

I sat on him completely and waited until I was used to his large size. He was much bigger than Louis, I remember feeling myself stretching that night in California. I could still feel some stretching and tearing, probably from my lack of sexual activity. When I was ready I rocked my hips slightly the pain slowly disappearing into the pleasure I had been craving all day. "Faster please." Niall begged, resting his forehead against my shoulder and gripping my hips tighter. I obeyed, starting to bounce up and down as he bucked his hips up to meet mine. "Shit, your still so tight." He moaned.

He found my g-spot and I continued to bounce so I was hitting that point each time. I threw my head back in pleasure, screaming out his name.
"Niall, I'm so close."

"Fuck, me too." He grumbled, moving me faster up and down, as I felt him twitching inside of me. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I let go, releasing all around him. I continued to ride out my orgasm as my walls contracted, pushing him over the edge as well. He shot into me, bucking a few more times before we both slumped against the seat, my leaning on him as he held me tight to his body. When I could breath again I pushed back and kissed him, gripping tightly to his sweaty hair. We both would need second showers now.

"Your right, that was a great distraction." I breathed. He laughed before kissing me again. I pulled up my pants, feeling the slight pain and soreness. Once I was dressed again I hopped back into my seat starting up the engine. Niall pulled his boxers and shorts back on. We drove home in a content silence. I pulled into my driveway and said a goodbye to Niall. I expected that to be it but he surprised me by pulling me into him and kissing me, dare I say it, passionately. It felt different than the other kisses we've shared. He pulled away and pecked my lips once more before running off in the direction of his house. I stood there dumbfounded for a moment. I shook my head and walked into my house, not really sure what to make of Niall Horan. I did know one thing. I would not let myself feel anything for him, no matter how easy it seemed that I could fall.