Tell Me a Lie [Niam/Ziall] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 11

Niall's P.O.V

  Once the bell rings, everyone shuffles out. I feel eyes on me, it's not just a little stare here or there - it's more like the entire student body is looking at me. What's going on? Everyone is looking back and forth between their phones and me...What's going on?

As I walk out of the classroom, the crowds spread open like the red sea. They watch me as I pass and I can't help but be confused beyond belief. Up until before, no one paid mind to me. Sure, The Three Kings did, and people were curious - but never had I received this type of attention. 

I look to my left and see a blond haired freshman gawking at me, it was so obvious that everyone knew something and I was left out. I bit my lip and walked up to the younger boy, who seemed visibly frightened by my attention. His eyes grow wide when I stop in front of him and he tries to slide along the wall and out of my way. I put my hands on either side of his head and look down at him, he will tell me what's going on.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, "Why is everyone staring at me!?" 

"Y-You don't know?" His voice is soft, but I can hear him whimpering.

"For God's sake, what don't I know!?" 

"You're a Royal in the school now, sweetie." It wasn't the boy who said that, I turned around to see a girl leaning against the locker next to me. He blond hair is bright, and obviously fake. Her boobs don't look to real either. I squint at her and let the poor freshman leave. 

"What do you mean?"

"You've been marked as the new Queen." She chuckles, squeezing her arms against her sides to make her boobs pop out even more. "Didn't you get the notification? The Third King, Harry, sent it to everyone in school."

"I didn't get it." I say, glaring at her. She flips out her phone and opens a text message, I read it over and bite my lip. I'm the Queen? QUEEN? What do they see me as? And what the hell is a Jester? Isn't that the clown that makes the royals laugh? How degrading of Liam to be put there. 

I clench my fist and hit the locker, it dents and my hand throbs. The girl in front of me chuckles and shakes her head. "Did you know that the Queen doesn't need an initiation, but the Jester does. And, it's usually something crazy - But Liam should be fine, this is his second initiation anyway."

"What do you mean crazy?" I give her a pointed look and she shrugs her shoulders a sly smile making its way to her face.

"Last time he was initiated he had to streak at half time on the home-coming game. But, now that the Kings don't really like him that much anymore, everyone is expecting it to be ever more humiliating." 

"Not if I can help it." I say through clenched teeth, I walk through the doors, but turn around to say thank you, but shes already gone.

Weird girl. 

 I storm outside and see the four boys in the yard - I go out to stop whatever is going on...But I get drawn into their conversation. I don't think they would talk it out if they saw me, so I just lean against the wall and listen. 

Liam's P.O.V

After class, Louis and Harry hook their arms through mine and escort me outside. Zayn walks closely behind, lighting a fag. He blows out rings as he leans against the wall. His bad boy looks just seeping through as he lifts one of his legs, bending it at the knee, so his foot is flat against the wall, while his other leg is holding up. 

He is handsome.

It finds me really questioning what he sees in Niall. Zayn has the money, personality and the good looks to get any male or female he ever wanted. 

Why Niall?

 "So what's the initiation this time, boys?" I ask, trying to sound confident - even though I am terrified. 

"Well, I'm thinking about - maybe having you strip again wont be such a good idea." Louis chuckles darkly. "I haven't erased that nasty scene from my mind since last time."

"First off, you know the rule of Royalty. You need to be honest." Zayn says meeting my eyes. "You think I haven't noticed you looking at Niall with those love-struck eyes, Liam?" 

Louis and Harry look back at Zayn, I guess they didn't expect him to speak up. But, I did. I look at the floor not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Not only are you betraying Lily with whatever you are feeling, but you are hurting Niall. He sees them too, Liam, you keep giving the boy hope. You keep pulling him farther from me every time I have a chance. I don't like it." I can hear the anger in his voice. 

"I don't want him Z, I don't feel for Niall like you do." I clear my throat. "Niall has a sad infatuation with me and I am trying my best not to give him hope. It makes me uncomfortable with the way he looks at me and I would rather him be yours. It's not my fault, honestly, Zayn I wouldn't do that to you. I told you that I give you my permission to wine and dine him and I wont go back on that offer, the boy is yours."

Some parts of what I said might be a lie, but I wouldnt tell that to him - or maybe I just don't want to tell that to myself. 

"Niall is not an object you can just 'give' to me." Zayn says, glaring at me. "I'm trying to get him to like me on my own terms, feelings can't be pushed on a person, they have to just happen. I will be there until they do, and since you are denying him so much, I would rather it if you didn't give him false feelings, didn't lead him on. Deal?" 

"Is that my initiation?" I ask, blinking. 

"Hell No." Louis cackles, "Initiation is mine and Harry's job. That was just..." 

"A pep talk." Harry chimes in, I watch as he squeezes Louis' butt with a wink. I shake my head and shrug.

"Whatever it is, bring it on."

"Oh, don't worry. It will be brought." Harry laughs, him and Harry walk off, hand in hand. Zayn gives me another once over before following behind. I shake my head and walk back towards the school. 

"Unf" I bump into someone and I find myself falling to the ground. I look up and see two shimmering blue eyes and that blond hair that always bounces. "Niall?"

"Liam." Niall is looking down at me with blank eyes. He shakes his head and scoffs. "You give someone 'permission' to 'wine and dine' me? Really, Liam?" Niall lets out a flat chuckle, one that had no humor in it. "You aren't my father, you're my mate - the mate that I trusted. You practically sold me off to get into this stupid club. Do you realize how that makes me look? It makes me look like currency, like money. You're such an idiot, Liam."

I watch as he turns around and storms off toward the school, I slap my hand to my face and groan. Maybe I am an Idiot. 

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