It was going to be a tough week. Which sucks, because I was going to be able to be in a good mood. I don't like how something so small can ruin my mood. For me, I just wish I could smile, while being at school, but it's almost impossible and it's so sad. I just want the same experience as everyone else. I don't want other people controlling mine.

Every second. Every hour. I was waiting for the time when I would be asked to date someone.

Who? No doubt it was going to be Niall Horan. People who are new will get the opportunity to be able to join in The Popular's group. However, only the greatest, of all time, will be able to sit with them at lunch.

I just wish I wasn't involved in this welcoming pack.

I was shivering in my seat as the cold air seeps through the gaps in the windows. This school's heating was non-existence because it's all about saving money. My gloves are on. A large blazer representing part of the school uniform. This wasn't enough. I so badly want to put on my coat, but I would get in trouble if I did that.

Something flat was put on the edge of my desk. When I looked down, to see what it was, I found there was a hand warmer with a little note attached.

I slipped the hand warmer down the sleeve of my blazer, so that the note and gift didn't get taken away.

I put the handwarmer inside my glove when the teacher wasn't looking. The small, folded up, piece of paper, was ripped off and unfolded so that it could be read. I keep on looking up to make sure that it was safe to do so.

Bad handwriting was translated to something like: "noticed you were cold just give it back at lunch, N.H."

Niall Horan was confirmed to be the person involved in The Bet. It was official and has just begun.