Louis pov:
why is every math teacher such an asshole? i mean yes, i missed the most important exam for this semester, but who the fuck decided to let us repeat this shit on a friday afternoon?! i've got footie after, man.
But somehow, i'm sitting in this old classroom with a bunch of other people which also missed this stupid exam. the good old excuses of course. headache, funerals, illness. i actually took a day off with niall to watch the new marvel movie but if we knew that we have to repeat this test...
anyway, i'm here and i finally i look around the classroom. right next to me, there's Liam. i like him, he's an excellent keeper and he's always so friendly. everybody likes him and so does he. then, suddenly, Niall crashes the silence and walks into the classroom: „sorry mates, there was HUGE traffic." „okay, please sit down Mr. Horan.", our teacher Mr. Cowell sayd angrily. i smirked at him and he couldn't hold his laugh. Zayn right next to him shook his head. what was this mates problem? i don't know Zayn really well, he's always on his own, with this perfect hair and expensive style, but hey, the ladies are impressed. everything about his life seems so perfect, but thank good he's an asshole, i couldn't take it if he was kind too. behind me, there was simon. nobody did really like him that much, except his weird gang. everything they were doing was dealing with drugs and take them. he's a very bad student so i'm not suprised to see him here, but at least he shuts up.
and then, there's Harry. The boy i like since fifth grade. but thats another story, let's change the topic: the weather channel predicted a massive storm for the next few days! i hope it starts after the training, but i don't have that much hope. its already very windy outside. my mom did buy tonns of food and dvd's so „we can make ourselves a cozy weekend" somehow, i'm happy about this because since mom and dad got a divorce, she's working all the time. then i remember, i have to finish the exams. „three minutes left" Mr. Cowell says, as he looks at my half-empty paper. i hate this man. i can't concentrate anyway, so i'm handing in my paper. now only Zayn is still writing. „i'd be glad if mister perfect could hurry a little", i'm wispering as i'm walking past Niall. and as i know, he couldn't control his laugh, so i can't hold it anymore too. even liam is smirking but Zaynis looking at me angrily. wow, why is he annoyed this easily?
