I'm Gonna Get'cha!

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello my beautiful reader! Okay, so it's been a while since I've last written, and I have no idea when I'm going to be updating on Second Chances and Loving The Enemy......probably when I'll get inspired to update them. But I might be updating this story more because I actually really like this story, even though it might be typical to write. Anyways, feedback is wanted, so just leave a comment on telling me if y'all like this tsory or not. Thanks! 

Chapter 1 

Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of Liam’s alarm kept ringing in his ears. He groaned and gathered enough effort to press the off button.

        Liam got up and removed the covers off of his body. He slowly trudged around his dorm to the bathroom. He opened his sink faucet and splashed cold water onto his face, grabbing his toothbrush and applying on toothpaste. He shaved his face and got out of the bathroom.

         Then he went into his closet to choose which outfit he planned to wear for the first day of his last year in boarding school. Since he was a senior, the senior boys were allowed to wear anything they wanted on the first day of school. Liam decided to wear a white shirt that complemented his upper arms and shoulders with dark gray jeans and blacked colored supras.  He went back to his bathroom to brush his hair. He then left his room to wake up his dorm mates Niall and Louis.

         “Niall, get up, it’s already 6:30, you’re going to be late for the first day mate!” Liam stood in front of his dorm mate’s room. He knocked a couple of times on his door before he could hear Niall mumbling and cursing. Liam smiled and then moved on to the next door.

         “Louis, are you up ma-“ Liam was cut short when Louis swung open the door to reveal himself already dressed up sporting a dark colored jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and black skinny jeans with white converse.

         “Good morning Liam! It’s a start of a new day! And our last year in this fucking hell!” Louis said with a smile. Liam chuckled and headed towards the kitchen. He prepared the boy’s breakfast and ate his own.

         “Alright lads, I’m heading out! I’ll see you all at lunch!” He heard the chorus of a happy and sleepy voice mixed together with their farewells.

         It was a pleasant sort of weather, as it made Liam in a good mood to head off to his classes. He looked down at his schedule and saw that his first class is IB English 3. He looked up and went along with his walking, reaching the steps to his school. He reached another flight of stairs to the second level and went to room number 408.

         The room was silent, except with the teacher writing away on his laptop. There were three stacks of papers on his desk.

         The teacher looked up at Liam and smiled. He was young for an IB teacher. He looked more like a university student than a teacher. “Hello there, my name’s Mr. Turner. Since you’re the first one, you can sit anywhere you wish to be,” he said with a warm smile.

         “Uh, okay, thank you sir.” Liam turned around and sat at the very front. He started to place his English textbook and notebook out on his desk with a sharpened pencil. He placed his bag beside his chair.

         Liam sat down and waited for the bell to ring. After ten minutes of silently waiting while the teacher was typing away, he decided to start reading his book.

He heard the teacher get up from his chair and started to sort out the papers he had on his desk. “I’m just going to get some coffee from the teacher’s lounge, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The teacher announced to Liam and left the classroom.