Pitch Slapped

Delany was a freshman in high school and orientation was where clubs recruited the 'freshies'. Many clubs asked for her to come join but they all seemed to dorky like the chess club or book club. She didn't want to be a nerd like in middle school. She wanted to stand out, shine. That's when one specific club caught her eye, not just because of the guy recruiting with his brunette curls. Just the idea of it all. Being noticed.


27. Got What Came Coming

"Can you tell me what really happened?" I asked Liam as we slowly walked back to my dorm.

"I told you the truth." Liam said.

I stopped and faced him, "Liam I could tell you were lying, you stuttered. You made up the whole thing. I bet you're not even in wood shop." 

"Okay fine. It was Danielle, she gave me all of this. She saw me talking to you last night and she got jealous and hurt. I tried to hug her and she just punched me. I couldn't do anything so I just let her. She hit me twice that's it. I'm sure it was out of anger and hate." He explained.

"What about Niall? I thought you too got in a fight. He came in hiding his face basically." I asked.

"Niall walked by when it went down. He didn't stop her he just kept walking like he didn't see anything. I deserved it for talking to you. He apologized to me for not stopping her and I just told him I got what came coming." Liam told me.

"What? Me? Why am I part of this?" I asked. 

Liam looked past me and looked back at me, "I've got to go. Promise you won't go tell the Dean?"

"I promise." I smiled and hugged him, "Ice those bruises."

"I will." He yelled walking away.

I turned around to walk to my dorm when I saw Niall coming my direction. Was that why Liam left? He still had his hood over his head and he was looking at the ground. I walked up to him and pulled his hood off.

"What the hell?" He looked up and then quickly looked down.

"Niall, what is wrong with you?" I asked.

He put his hood on and walked around me.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I yelled at him as he walked away. I ran after him and grabbed him by the arm and took his hood off. He still looked at the ground.

"Niall, look at me." I told him.

"Let me go." He mumbled.

"Oh no, this is just like old times remember?" I laughed thinking back to the first day of art class.

"I at least let go of you." I mumbled.

"Yes, because I told you I liked you." I giggled.

"That was a lie." He said.

"Niall, what's wrong with you?" I pulled his face up and his nose was red along with his eyes and his cheeks were puffy. Niall had been crying, but why?

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