One direction: next generation

Devon

Taylor's pov

"They're still fighting?" Callie asked as I sat next to her at our lunch table, opposite the lunch room from our normal table, the one that held the boys and their dumb fued. It had been 3 weeks sense the big fight in Thomas's back yard.

"Yeah," I mumbled slouching in my seat pulling out my lunch and my chemistry text book. "I'm starting to get sick of waking up early just to avoid them."

I glanced back up at Callie, waiting for her reassuring comment, but she was staring at something behind me.

Please be Thomas please be Thomas

I slowly turned around, there was a tall fairly attractive guy smiling down at me.

"Hi!" he said.... What is his name, I swear I've seen him before and I rarely forget a name.

"Devon," he said sticking out his hand.

"Taylor," I responded shaking it.

"Can I sit here?" He asked gesturing towards the spot next to me.

"Of course," I said moving my books and papers to make room for him.

"This is Callie," I say gesturing towards Callie as he sits down.

"Hi Callie."

"Hi Devon."

"Anyway I'm actually here to ask you for a favor Taylor, you see we have chemistry together," Devon blurts out stumbling over his works.

"What?" I ask because I had no idea what he was talking about and he had said it so quickly.

"The class," he said pointing at my textbook and assignments spread across the lunch table.

"Right! I knew I recognized you from somewhere."

"Anyway I need some help and you seem to have a pretty good understanding of what you're doing"

"Um yeah, do you wanna work on it right now..."

"Actually I was hoping we could maybe get together after school?"

I glanced at Callie, she was wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively.

"Ya I guess we could, when do you-"

"You're not busy after school today," Callie said interrupting me.

"Callie weren't we going to-"

"No you're free," Callie interrupted again, "does that work for you Devon?"

"Yeah"

"Perfect you could probably just get a ride to Taylor's house with her driver," she suggested looking at me.

"We can take the bus," I responded, Callie had kind of taken over the conversation. "Is that alright, Devon?" I ask turning the attention back to him.

"That works perfectly," he nodded, "I'll meet you out front after class, thanks again Taylor." He stood up and walked off quickly.

"What was that Callie?" I ask as soon as he's out of ear shot.

"Oh he doesn't just want you to help him with his chemistry homework."

"What does that even mean?"

Callie ignores me. "You better tell Justin you're taking the bus."

*Justin's pov*

Lunch was actually almost normal, we were a whole ten minutes in, Thomas and Jake hadn't insulted each other yet. Sometimes I wondered why Jake sat with us when him and Tom were fighting, but I guess he didn't really have anywhere to sit. Not to mention Taylor and Callie not sitting with us already caused quite a stir of rumors.

I glanced over to the table they had claimed. They were talking to some guys, what was his name again? Honestly I wish Tom would get over himself so they would come sit by us again, Lunch is really the only time I ever see Callie, and she's pretty cool.

I turn my attention back to Tom and Ethan's conversation about some football team, when my phone buzzes. I quickly take it out to see a text from Taylor.

"Justin, what are you doing getting your phone out during lunch when we are trying to have sophisticated conversations," Tommy says, and I honestly can't tell if he's being sarcastic. When him and Jake fight, Ethan becomes Tommy's best friend, probably so Tom can make sure Ethan's loyalties lie in the right place.

"Sorry Tommy," I mumbled, "it was just Taylor."

"What does her majesty want this time?" He replies mockingly.

"She's just letting me know that she's going to take the bus home," I respond. If I didn't know Tommy so well I don't think I would have noticed it, but his entire countenance fell, his hand instinctively scratched the back of his neck and he looked down at the table.

***

*Taylor's pov*

"If you have a personal driver, why are we taking the bus?" Devon asks as we take our seats in the back of the bus, a few eyes and whispers following us.

"Well he's not exactly personal, there are seven of us, so there probably wouldn't be room anyways."

"Yeah what is the deal with you guys?"

Ugh please don't tell me Devon is a groupie that's invested in our group drama, I groan internally.

"What do mean?" I ask.

"Like are you a car pool with a super nice car or... family?"

I sighed "We're basically family, our dads are all best friends and we all live by each other," I explained.

So not only is he not a groupie he barely knows our origin. I guess I'm just so used to being used because my family is famous.

"Oh that makes sense, that's um pretty cool I guess"

**

Every day after school for the next few weeks Devon and I would ride the bus to my house and do homework. At first it was just chemistry... homework. But then we would do our homework from other classes just as an excuse to spend more time with each other.