Secrets

nineteen

"Welcome to Eastside."
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"Here's your schedule Ms. Tomlinson. Please meet your advisor during lunch to discuss the rules here. Have a nice day," the admissions lady handed me a sheet of paper and pointed me towards the door.

I mumbled a quick thanks and rushed off, not wanting to be late on my first day.

"Woah there, slow down love!" A voice called from behind me.

I turned around to see Zach leaning against a pillar, smirking at me. "You wouldn't want a spanking on your first day now would you?"

I glared at him. "Shut up, Parker. Don't you have a class to attend?" He tsked.

"Such attitude Ms. Tomlinson," he chastised. "Besides, I was going to point out to you that your locker and home room is the other way before you ever so rudely greeted me."

I blushed. "Well it's a good thing that I have you to help me isn't it?"

"Yes. It is. Now c'mon, we have 5 minutes before class starts," he started to run down the halls, leaving me to follow.

"How come your locker is so far away?" I asked him once we had reached mine. We had passed his about 2 minutes ago.

"They split them up by year. You're 10, and I'm 11" Makes sense I suppose.

I nodded and quickly piled all my unneeded things into the metal locker and walked off into the hall. I heard a cough behind me and turned around.

"No, no. Don't tell me. Other way," I huffed, walking back towards Zach. He just chuckled and wrapped an arm around me.

"It's a good thing you're cute," he bent down and placed a kiss on my cheek.

I blushed 50 shades of red and looked at my feet. Did Zachary Parker just kiss me? Well, I know it was on the cheek, but still!

We reached my home room with a minute to spare, and Zach rushed off after making sure I got there safe to his own class.

I walked in to see almost every seat taken except one right next to a girl with strawberry blonde hair. She looked nice enough, so I sat down next to her. Not like I had a choice or anything, but yeah.

"Hi!" She waved cheerfully to me right as I sat down. I was a bit taken a back by her hospitality, but didn't question it.

"Hey."

"My name is Britney, but you can call me Brit. What's yo-" she was cut off by the bell signaling the start of the day.

Welcome to Hell.

"Good morning class," a surprisingly young teacher strolled in and set his papers down on the desk. He was maybe in his mid-twenties and had his dark brown hair quiffed up. He wasn't ugly to say the least.

"I believe we have a new student here today. Isabella, will you please make your way to the front of the room?"

I gulped. I hated public speaking. Nervously, I walked to the front and faced the class.

"Class, this is Isabella. Please tell them your full name, age, and any other important facts about yourself," he smiled encouragingly.

I took a breath. Well here goes nothing.

"Um... hi. My name is Isabella Tomlinson but you can just call me Bella. I'm— uh, yeah?" A girl was raising her hand, and I had an itching suspicion about what her question was.

"Tomlinson? As in Louis Tomlinson?!" she practically squealed. I grimaced. This is what I was hoping to avoid.

"Ms. Pierce we do not raise our voices to uncanny levels that only dogs can hear. Do it again and it'll be you and your advisor at lunch," the teacher said whose name I still didn't know.