Innocent Rebellion (Ziall/Larry)

chapter 3

Chapter 3

-Niall-

"Everyone take a seat please." I took a seat in the back, like always. I really don't know why I liked sitting in the back? Maybe it was just because I didn't have to listen?

"Is this seat taken?" I turned my head to see none other than Zayn. I rolled my eyes but let him sit. He took out some type of sketch pad and started drawing a building. Then all of sudden his hand started to shake and he was drawing hard lines across the paper. He turned to me.

"What?" He shook his head and continued drawing. What a weird kid.

"Okay class, today you will be drawing the person beside you." I groaned so loud everyone turned around to look at me. I wasn't good at drawing and I hated it more than anything. "Mr. Horan stay after class please."

"Oh my God!" Zayn chuckled beside me and I glared at him. "What are you laughing at fuck face?" He stopped laughing.

"Nothing. Just thought.."

"You thought what?" I pushed him a bit and he fell off his chair. He stared at me with watery eyes before gathering his stuff and moving to the end of the table. "Cry baby." Although saying those words were true they made me feel guilty. But guilty of what? Making him cry? Nahh.

The teacher passed out white paper and Zayn started drawing immediately. Instead of drawing him I watched as he drew me. After a while I got bored and drew a big circle for his head. A straight line for his body and more lines for his arms and legs.

When I finished I turned back to his drawing I had a bunch of yellow and orange lines around me. I didn't understand what they were. But I certainly knew that I didn't have yellow and red lines floating around me. I turned my head to the side just to make sure. Nope.

"What are you doing?" He said, but it was barely audible.

"None of your fucking business." I said with a sarcastic smile.

"Are you done?" He asked ignoring what I had just said.

"Yea. You wanna see?" He nodded and I held up my beautiful drawing. He stared at it confused.

"I look nothing like that." How dare he.

"Yes you do now insult my picture again and this will happen." I grabbed my pencil and stabbed the piece of paper, dragging it down. "Lets see your picture mr. I can do it better than you." He showed me his picture and smiled proudly.

"It's ugly. That looks nothing like me." He frowned. Even though it looked exactly like me I wasn't going to give him the benifit of the doubt.

The teacher came up to us to take a look at our pictures. "Zayn, that's beautiful. what are these red and yellow lines though, love?"

"Just adding texture" he mumbled.

"Oh well it's brilliant." She turned to look at mine and her smile dropped. "Oh, Niall. That's um... nice keep practicing."

"It's better than Zayns here."

"Why is there a hole in your paper?"

"Zayn did it." I said looking at my hands pretending to be upset.

"I wouldn't blame him. You made him look a potato on a stick" my mouth literally hung open and I wanted to punch her in the throat but since I don't hit girls I didn't. She moved on to the next table and I put my head down.

Once the bell rung I was out the door. I quickly made my way to the cafeteria. I looked around to see if Harry was around. I knew he was probably mad at me but since he's my bestfriend I'm actually going to apologize.