Chapter 2

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Bethanies pov..

"Okay class! Lunch time!" Miss. Honey says. She's the choir teacher. After lunch I have math. Then home! Finally! I put my stuff in my binder and get up. Everyone is gone of course, except me!

"Beth? Could I see you a moment?" She asks. I nod and walk over, pushing up my glasses.

"You have a wonderful voice! I would like to hear you more." She says.

"Sorry. I'm kinda quiet." I say.

"Oh no no! It's just I want to hear you a bit more. Could you sing for me right now?" I look at her stunned. Oh god!

"Uh sure! Could we do When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars?" I ask.

"Of course sweetie! Ready when you are!" She starts playing the piano like in the middle of the song. I take a deep breath and start.

"I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand. Should have gave you all my hours, when I had the chance. Take you to every party cause I remember how much you love to dance. Do all the things I should've done! When I Was Your Man!" I sing. She stops the piano.

"Wow. That's all I can say. Just wow!" She says. I smile. I feel proud and tall!

"Thanks Miss. Honey!" I say with a bright smile on my face!

"Your welcome Miss. Lynn! Now get to lunch!" I pick my stuff up and wave a good bye. Right when I get outside the classroom there's people laughing. I get red but keep walking.

"Hey nerd?" I turn around and a guy, muscular and tall stands in front of me. He's wearing jeans and a red shirt.

"What!?" I ask a little shy. He creeps me out a bit.

"Lunch?" I look at him confused. My lunch is in my hand?!

"Give that to me." He rips my sack and dumps it onto his plate. He throws the bag. I snort. He glares at me. I get out a piece of gum and start chewing. I'm hungry yes but now, I don't have any food! A guy walks by and leans down.

"You are a nerd and don't sit here!" He scowls. I look into his green eyes. He has dark brown hair that hangs in his face. He's very tan with a lot of muscle. His hands look soft and smooth.

"W-who are you?" I stutter. He looks at me.

"Does it even matter? The name is Harry, now move!" He says. I stand up very quickly. He sits down and starts eating. I try to find another table but can't seem to stop staring at Harry. He's just so.....hot! I start walking backwards and bump into another guy.

"Watch it, bitch!" He says. Oh god. Those blue eyes! He looks at me with a confused face. Everyone starts laughing. His blond hair bouncing as he's walking. I notice I'm drooling and wipe it up. I watch him sit down and also try to find a seat. When I finally sit down I start to read.

"Did you bump into Niall over here?" I jump up at the loudness. It's another fucking boy!

"I guess." I shiver. His black hair up in a quiff. The dark brown eyes staring right into my blue ones.

"Really? Well watch out ass hole! Next time look at where your going. Unless you can't. Do you want me to get you a trainer, nerd?" He asks. I shiver at his facial expression. He looks very scary like. He has on a black leather jacket with black skinny jeans. His hands are covered by black leather gloves.

"I'm so...."

"Sit down Zayn Malik! Now!" He looks up and sees the principal.

"Miss Adams. She pushed Niall!" He says still in a deep scary voice. I look at her.

"Miss Lynn, I will see you in the office." She says. Zayn smirks at me. I notice a ZAP tattoo on his arm as he walks away. I sigh.

"The rest of you eat. Come on." She says grabbing my arm. Everyone 'ohs' at the force. I look down. This is horrible. We go into the office ad there sits a boy with blue eyes and brown hair. I sit down next to him.

"Mr. Tomlinson! What are you doing here?" She asks. He shrugs.

"Mrs. Greens sent me down here. Here's a note that se told me to give you." He hands it to her and she reads it. A long sigh comes out.

"Waiting room. I'll deal with you later." She says. He gets up and I notice he has a bunch of tattoos. Everywhere!

"Bethanie Lynn. Right?" I nod.

"Why did you push Niall?" She asks. I stare at her in disbelief.

"No Miss Adams, I bumped in..."

"Miss Adams?" A girls voice booms through a machine thing.

"Yes?"

"Johnny Tomlinson, Marcel Styles, Harvey Horan, Leroy Payne, Veronica Malik are all absent again. I will never understand their schedule." The girl says.

"Well, they will be here tomorrow hopefully. But Mr. Horan is here." Miss Adams says.

"Yeah, Niall Horan, not Harvey."

Oh yeah! Okay thanks babe!" She says.

"No problem!"

"Okay Miss Lynn. Go on." She says.

"Well I didn't push Niall. I simply bumped into him." I know nerdy.

"I'm sorry but I have to give you a detention. Niall came down and told me that you hurt him." She says. What? That bitch!

"No, I promise.."

"Bethanie I have already made a decision. Niall came down when you pushed him. So when I came in it was because I was getting you. Zayn also told me you pushed him. Two against one is enough for me. I'm sorry." She says. I get up.

"This is bullshit!" I scream. She stands up quickly.

"I will see you in detention! Goodbye Miss Lynn!" I grunt. Why me? It's always me. I leave while Tomlinson comes in.

"Louis. Sit down." Miss Adams says. Oh my mistake, not Tomlinson it's Louis. God. I hate my life! Hate it! In math I sit there practically crying. I'm going I get killed tonight by my parents. They think I do bad things in school because I always get detentions. What they don't know is that other people are blaming things on me. And I hate it. My brother is popular and never gets detentions. There's a boy in my math class named Liam. He's mysterious. Then there's a girl named Jillian. She is rude and mean and treats me like shit. My life is shit. I just want to quit school. I do work the rest of the time. My first day at school was horrible! I'm that nerd in the back of the class that reads and does work. And raises her hand every time for the answer. Well I guess I'm unique like that! Ha, yeah right!

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Thanks for reading! Love you all! Really! And for all the bullying out there, STOP! I FUCKING HATE BULLYING! The people need to start to think about the other people's feelings, not just their own!

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