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I knew I had told Josephine that I wouldn't go with her, but about ten minutes after she left, I couldn't help myself. I yanked my hair into a quick ponytail, then changed into a silk black dress that nearly touched the floor.

I gained a few nasty glances on my way down the hall. I didn't get why. I didn't look that terrible, did I? 

Perhaps I should have curled my hair. 

When I reached the lobby, I kept my eye open for Josephine on the sofa and chairs but didn't see any sign of her. I felt tempted to ask the students clustered in the small space where she could have gone, but I knew this would be a useless attempt. I was never the type of person to do such a thing. 

It wasn't long before I felt a tap on my shoulder. Swiveling around, I saw that Niall was staring at me, all clad in leather and chains hanging from his pant loops. I now saw he had black metal dangling low from his ear lobes. 

"Hey, redhead." He grinned.

I didn't know why, but I found this name offensive. I didn't hold back from folding my arms and raising my chin in disinterest. 

"I have a name, you know."

"Oh, right." Niall smiled. "My bad, Kristina."

"What exactly is your aim here?" I demanded. 

Niall looked as confused as ever. "What are you talking about?"

"Josephine is my best friend." I glowered. "I don't like you at all."

Niall surprised me by laughing at my response. "I'm sorry... We never dated, did we?"

I scoffed at this proposal. "No. You would have never been lucky enough to do that."

"I'm just trying to understand your aversion towards me," Niall said.

As I tried to formulate a worthy argument in my head, Niall began chuckling.

"Oh, I know what your problem is. You're still bothered over Hero."

I gasped. "What?"

"Hero and Josephine told me everything," Niall replied. "I get it. He can be confusing."

No. We were not talking about this. It wasn't any of his damned business. 

"I don't care about him," I snapped, "I have better things on my plate. besides, he's got his plate full with...."

Kylie popped up, unbidden in my mind. Where has she been anyway?

"Kylie?"

My head snapped up at Niall's reply. How did he-?

"What?" I gasped. 

"Kylie," Niall said. "You think he's got his plate full with Kylie?"

My words suddenly became tight in my throat. I couldn't believe that he'd voiced my very worries. I wanted to say something back, but for the life of me, I couldn't. All that escaped was a miserable groan. 

"You don't have anything to worry about." Niall went on. "You're a pretty girl. Kylie is... well... she's nothing special. Her vagina practically looks like Arby's roast beef. I'm not saying that he doesn't fuck her, but I am saying she's no housewife."

I didn't know how to feel. So, Hero was fucking her behind my back, was he? 

"Hey, Niall, I'm so sorry it took so long-"
I turned around to find Josephine running back into the lobby from the exit door, standing frozen in place, staring at me.

"Kristina, I didn't think you were coming down."

I faked a quick smile. "I just wanted to check on you and make sure everything was okay."

As Josephine nodded, Niall approached her, lifting her chin with a finger. He then planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. 

"Shall we get going?" He asked. 

"Yeah," Josephine replied, giving me one last wave of her hand. "I'll see you later."

Though I wanted to believe Niall really wasn't a good guy for Jo, I had to admit he was affectionate.

Why couldn't Hero be like this?

Thank you all for reading.

Did you have a good new years?

Do you think Niall will be a decent person? Lol.