Katies POV
Walking down the halls of High School, people stare, point, and drool. I just smirk walking along with my friends, friends that've been here with me since eighth grade until now, senior year. We get to our lockers turning the knobs putting out combinations in. We throw our book bags in the tiny lockers assigned to us, pull out our first three period binders, shut our lockers, and turn around just in time. Mr. Payne, Mr. Tomlinson, Mr. Styles, Mr. Malik, and Mr. Horan all walk down the corridor and smile at a few students, occasionally saying 'hi'. They are the hottest teachers you'll ever see, ever find in this school. My friends and I have crushes on all of them, hoping one day that they'll notice and maybe sleep with us just once or twice. Mr. Malik is the English teacher, Mr. Styles is the gym teacher, Mr. Tomlinson is the drama teacher, Mr. Horan is the geometry teacher, and Mr. Payne is the band teacher. And watching Mr. Styles flex and do push-ups is really attractive, it'll make you drool. Most the time my friends and I will act like we don't know what to do as the exercise so he'll show us. He'll send us a smirk, get on the ground, and give us an example. Hearing Mr. Malik speak makes me melt. His thick British accent is pure gold. Mr. Horan and his Irish accent is amazing too. When he turns around to write down things on the white board, my friends and I giggle at each other and bite our tongues. Mr. Tomlinson's face always softens up when we ask him if he can perform for the class. He'll always give in and do scenes from Grease. Mr. Payne will usually sing for the class to settle them down. When the class gets too noisy he will start singing the latest popular song and the class will fall silent and enjoy his singing. Most guys just roll their eyes or scoff. I - Katie, Amanda, Harriet, Kimmie, ad Amber walk into our first period, Art. So that means no hot teachers. It's an old lady who demands so many things and expects so much from us. Somehow we all ended up together in Art and Geometry class but didn't end up in Drama, Gym, Band, or English together. I, luckily have gym at the end of the day, I have it with Amber and Kimmie. "Today you will go outside and assemble your crayons on your object you brought in, that should've been a poster board, and we'll leave it out there until the end of the school day," The old lady, Mrs. Jude begins. "At the end of the day come back and bring it back inside, because I will not. I can't wait to see the results of all of your guys's fantastic creativity and imaginations." We all know she'll end up bringing in the crayon work that wasn't brought in and doesn't mean it when she says our "fantastic creativity and imaginations" because she just wants to seem nice ever since the cameras were built in. I take my board out of the cabinet and take a pack of crayons and the class heads outside. Mrs. Jude walks by me and smiles. "That looks amazing!" She smiles as she looks down at my board that's separated by colors. Neon/light colors first and as it goes down it keeps getting darker, I can't wait to see the outcome of it. As I finish putting colors in order I stand up, the bell rings for second period. I look around, I was alone. Even Mrs. Jude was back in class, did I really take that long? I sigh and go to the door to back in to the class room, it doesn't open. I knock on the door for a minute straight. No one answers. I remember Mrs. Jude doesn't have a class for second period. I sigh and walk around the school building and enter the main entrance and walk to the Art room and gather my belongings and walk to second period, Geometry. As I walk in, all eyes were on me. I scoff and walk to my seat, in the middle of the class room. Amber taps my shoulder and I turn to her. "Where were you?" She whispers. "Trapped outside!" I retort. She flinches and leans back in her seat and focuses on Mr. Horan's lesson. I was so upset I wasn't even paying attention to what he was talking about. "Katie, what's the answer?" Mr. Horan asks, smiling at me. "Uh," I look at the letters and numbers on the board. His hand writing is ineligible maybe I can just say an answer and get laughed at and it'll pass. "Twenty four...?" "Close!" He winces. Juliet, the preppiest girl in class raises her hand and waves it in the air muttering 'me. Me. Pick me!' He points to her as she looks back at her calculator. "Twenty five point six." She speaks and glares at me like I'm retarded. I may not be the smartest in class but I'm still smart. This is the higher class. I'm lucky I even got in this class, every girl wanted to be in this class, of course the pretty, not so smart, rich girls got in this class. "No, too much." He winces once again. The class started laughing at her and began yelling out random answers. I've heard this question before... It's easy, how come I couldn't get it before? "Twenty three point seventy." I blurt. "Correct... Who said that?" Mr. Horan replies. No one raises their hand, I didn't want to raise mine, so I look once more and I see Juliet's hand raise up. "It was me." I smile, raising my hand before she could. "Good job. See I knew you could get it." Mr. Horan smiles at me. I blush and write down notes in my notebook. Passing over notes every few minutes. "And class is over." He smiles and lets the class out a minute before bell. We crowd the hall and don't even go near our next classes. I make a trip to my locker, putting my Art and Geometry binders in there. I quickly close my locker and see Leon standing there. I scoff and walk towards the band room. We used to be best friends until he moved away and came back. We became distant. He became popular when he came back and pushed me away like I was embarrassing, that's when my four best friends came in my life. After they befriended me, I forgot about Leon. It was great until his 'friends' started talking to me, telling me how attractive I am. Usually people would blush, flirt, and dress inappropriately. Not me, I rolled my eyes, told the principal that they were trying to get into my pants. I got them suspended and Leon hated me until last week when his girlfriend cheated on him I saw it coming. "Can we just talk without being rude?" Leon asks stepping in front of me. "No." I reply walking in the band room. I saw Mr. Payne standing in front of the room and smiles at me as I walk in. I run behind him and tell him Leon was bullying me. He hugged me loosely. Harriet would be jealous. He starts humming Icona Pop and sits at his desk. I smile and sit in the first row, where he usually stands and smiles at the people. First row for Mr. Liam Payne's smirks
