SKATER BOY|| niall horan

1- "maybe it's the air"

I couldn't tell if it was the bright sun rays shining through my window or the unfamiliar ruckus downstairs, but something felt different about this school day. I let a low groan escape my lips as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"Bloody hell!" I screeched as I pressed my feet into the hard wooden floor. I looked at the red blisters that met my pale skin. Oh how I loved dance's art work. I ached as my feet slowly continued to make their way to my dresser. I tugged on my white dresser-drawers to reveal an enormous supply of white polos and pleated, red, plaid skirts. I slipped on the outfit. This routine was all too familiar. I tugged on the ankle-high white socks, and slipped on my black shoes. I bit my lip to resist from screaming in pain. I awkwardly made my way downstairs (I most likely looked like an old lady who had just got a really bad sunburn) to reveal my mother doing yoga. A classic scene.
"You should feel it in your butt. 1... 2... 3..." The TV lady spoke. I cringed at the sight of my mother doing squats. The only thing I felt was the need to clean my eyes. My little brother, James, was stuffing his face with a layer of toast accompanied with butter. I gave him a look and grabbed an apple. Something about mom's recent performance made me not as hungry. I decided it was best to leave for school now. I waited outside for my friend, Lily, to come pick me up. Before you ask, yes I can drive. I just prefer not to. Lily pulled up in her silver SUV. It was only us riding around in it most of the time, but it could probably fit a small collection of daycare kids. I pulled open the door to reveal a cheery Lily. She was always happy. Her bleach blonde hair fell perfectly onto her white polo. It was brought into little curls at the bottom. The light amount of eyeliner applied on the top of her eye, brought out her blue eyes. Oh how I envied her ability to always look pretty, even in the morning. When I, on the other hand, always look like I'm either (A) hungover or (B) as if I was attacked by a raccoon in my sleep.
"What's wrong, Grace?" Lily asked inquisitively.
"Nothing's wrong. I just have a feeling this is going to be a long day." I finally admitted. She lightly patted by back and my eyes stayed glued to the overwhelming amount of California scenery.
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I was impatiently waiting for my first period class to end. It was computer science. And because of the excitement of the typing game, this class dragged out for a long time. I was waiting for my second class because I could meet up will Lily again. The piercing sound of the school bell caused me to lift my blistered feet and try to get to my English class as productively and normally as I could. After receiving weird looks from my fellow schoolmates and a janitor listening to Christian rap music, I made my way to my seat. I was located directly in front of Lily, and her eyes were wide as if she was waiting for me to hurry up and sit down.
"Guess. What." she said slowly but with a sense of excitement in her tone.
"The principal was abducted by aliens and we all get to go home?" I said in a rushed  tone.
"No, Grace, you would thing you would cut the sarcasm on a day like this." I eyed her strangely with my eyebrows raised but continued with my attention towards her.
"There's a new kid." I made my way to turn back around, not interested.
"Would you just listen." She voiced firmly. "He's from a public school."
"No way. We have public schools here? I thought California was only home to preppy, surfer kids." I said to her.
"Preppy. Surfer. Those don't even go... Ugh, anyway," she said with annoyance," He transferred from a public school, and rode here on a skateboard."
"That's nice. Skating is a very nice way to protect the environment. I'm sure that the trees and plants will be happy about that. I can already hear one of the trees praising him in the dista-"
"Grace, I'm serious. He's strange but in a hot sort of way."
"Just like that sauce I got from Taco Bell."
I responded as I saw Lily's facial expression change.
"That's him." She whispered. I turned around as my eyes laid on a tall and fit boy. His hair had blonde tips and was swooped into a messy quiff. His eyes were a deep blue and were fascinating as if there was a whole other story behind them. I traced by eyes down to his white tank top. His muscular arms were clutching a green snapback in one hand and a skateboard in the other. He was wearing gray sweatpants with white scuffed sneakers. Everyone's eyes went to him. Clearly, he did not receive his school uniform yet. There was a policy at our school were you had two days to get the uniform after transferring. Lily made my mental image of him seem scary, but he actually looked like a normal kid. He just didn't seem like he belonged here. I turned around to Lily to make a sarcastic statement.
"He is the epitome of a superior private school student. Obviously, he should be having lunch with the president." She just rolled her eyes.
I turned my eyes back to him and then to the open seat next to me. His rough sneakers made their way across the classroom. The desk next to mine was the only open desk because it was located in the front of the classroom.
Mr.Burt,my English teacher, would always set his paperwork near me. There was no paper work present, though. I watched as the boy's exterior slid into the cold seat. My body stiffened slightly as his smell overpowered my light splash of Daisy by Marc Jacobs. He smelt like a mix of Abrocromie cologne with a light smokey smell, that I couldn't make out.
"Hey, darling, what did I do to get such a pretty partner." Despite how oddly attractive he was, I rolled by eyes. I was hoping that he wasn't a complete asshole, but his use of the words 'darling' and 'pretty', with only having one glance of my face, made me think otherwise.
"Hey there, Blondie," I responded, not looking him in the eyes. I thought I saw him smirk, but I couldn't tell. It was like there was something dangerous radiating from him that faded into the air.
"You're stiff" he said looking at my face then to my tight shoulders.
"Maybe it's just the air," I responded.
And indeed, it was the air because his intriguing persona was captivating and the whole room seemed to be slightly eyeing him to get any answers to the mystery of the blue eyed, skater boy.