Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 2

Dylan and I walked in the school building and anxiety instantly washed over me. I was excited, but at the same time extremely sad. This was it… Our last year of school… We were seniors, and after this year it was all done. It was just really sad that this year might be the last time I get to spend time with certain people.

My anxiety washed away when Micah walked towards me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Hi, beautiful..." He grinned.

Dylan began to laugh "Hi Micah. How are you?"

I shot him a glare and he got the point and walked to his first period.

"So how was your weekend?" He asked.

"Fine... Do you want to do something Saturday?"

"Yeah, I'll get us some dinner. It just sucks with this whole curfew bullshit. I would love to spend more time with you. Want me to walk you to class?" 

"Please." I grinned.

Micah was beyond gorgeous. We have gone out on a few dates since we were juniors, but that is about it. He transferred to our high school at the beginning of last year with his foster brothers Caleb and Cole. They were really great guys, and Micah and I clicked immediately. For some reason Dylan didn't like him very much though and I didn't get why.

He walked me to class and gave me a quick peck on the lips before walking to his first period. I walked inside and greeted all of my friends that I hadn't seen over the summer. I sat in the back next to Dylan and he glared at me.

"So how is Mr. Hair gel today?"

"His name is Micah and he is fine." 

He rolled his eyes and tapped his pencil on his desk. He froze and his eyes widened at the door.

"Hey, isn't that your new neighbors?" He asked.

I looked ahead and sighed as I saw two of the boys from this morning walk in. It was insane how attractive they were. One was tan with big brown eyes and he had a black quiff with one blonde streak. He was wearing a leather jacket with a tight black undershirt underneath with grey skinny jeans. The other one was the one I already highly disliked. He had wild curly hair and big green eyes. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black skinny jeans.

"These guys are dressed like they are going to a funeral." Dylan whispered.

"Well they do live in a funeral home." I replied.

They both showed a piece of paper to the teacher and took a scan of the classroom for seats. The one with the curly hair caught my gaze and it was like electricity ran through my veins. He smirked and looked at the empty seat next to me. He elbowed the boy with the quiff and it's like he read his mind. They both walked in our direction, the curly headed one taking the seat beside me and the one with the quiff sitting in front of me. Great...

Dylan's eyes widened and he was being more than obvious that he was uncomfortable. The one with the quiff turned to him and smirked. "Is there a problem mate?"

Dylan froze and his cheeks turned red. He started fanning himself and his voice cracked when he spoke. "No...No...It’s just a bit... humid."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the teacher who began to speak.

"Well it's another year at Santa Clara high school. I'm so happy to see most of you were safe over the summer. Now we have two new students in our class that are from England, and I'd like for them to introduce themselves. Which one of you would like to go first?”

The one with the quiff stood up and straightened out his jacket as he began to speak. "My name’s Zayn, I'm from Bradford. I moved here with my brothers and our dad, we needed a new start and America has been great to us so far." He sat down in his seat and every girl in the room watched him smirk after he gave his little speech. My head turned as the boy next to me came up.