Not A Word

Chapter One

Tarra (picture is Tarra)

It's just another normal day when I wake up on Monday. My alarm clock went off at six like normal. I didn't see anything odd or strange about this day. It was just Monday. Like every Monday I was tired as hell and simply wanted to go back to bed. Thinking now as I walk onto the school grounds, maybe I should have.

As soon as I stepped onto school grounds everyone's eyes swung to me. It was like and alarm was sounded. Glares followed me as I walked into the building. Maybe I should start getting here sooner. Then I wouldn't have to deal with all of these people until classes started.

I thought back to my first day at school.

******Flashback*******

I had moved to London from Dublin when my father took a new job. I would have gladly stayed in Dublin if it meant that I were treated better than I am now. I didn't have that choice though, the rest of our family is here in London so there was no way that I could stay in Dublin where I had friends and a happy life.

That first day I walked into school I was pointed out as the new kid that had moved from another country. Unfortunately that wasn't a good thing. Yes, there was another kid, Niall Horan, that was from Ireland but he had lived in London for long enough that nobody even thought of him as an outsider. I was outcasted from the first day.

I remember walking into my History class and having a group of guys surround me. The teacher was not yet in the room so there was nobody to cease the flow of harsh words that were thrown my way. "Hey look Niall this girl is from the same place as you. Too bad it looks like she ended up coming from the slum side. Is that where you're from sweetheart? You look like just like all the rest of the sluts that walk around here."

"Be careful Harry you might be using too big of words for her. She looks like just another dumb blonde. That hair doesn't even look dyed. An idiot, a slut, and probably a lesbian too." Another boy said.

"That hair. It does scream lesbian doesn't it." The boy that had been called Harry sneered in my face.

They didn't understand. They didn't know why my hair had to be this short. How could they make all these accusations about me at first glance?

********End of Flashback*******

That was just the beginning. The names had never stopped and they had never stopped hurting either. I couldn't let them know that though. It would only give Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Harry more of a reason to hurt me.

While the names had never stopped the bullying had escalated to new heights. The boys had gone from words to actions. I was not only told how i'm useless, a slut, and ugly but I was being beat up for it. Constantly.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by a foot hitting me between my shoulder blades and knocking me to the ground. A small wimper escaped my lips and caused my tormenter to chuckle evilly. I looked up to see Zayn standing over me. "Well hello there. How are we today you little ugly ass slut?"

I knew responding would be a mistake but I couldn't stop a sarcastic comment from slipping out of my lips, "Oh you know I'm just peachy. I love being shoved to the fucking ground in the morning. Thanks for making all my damn dreams come true." I shoved myself to my feet and began walking away.

I hadn't gone five steps before I felt a hand wind into my hair and yank my head back, "Come back here bitch I'm not done with you." He growled in my ear.

I yelped slightly, "Well I'm done with you and your groupies. Now let go of my hair." Having him touch me made my stomach roll.

"I wouldn't speak to me like that if I were you."

I heard footsteps click across the sidewalk and our headmaster walked up to us. "Is there a problem here children?" She asked.

"Not at all headmaster we were simply asking Tarra here about the homework last night." Niall covered for Zayn.

I've noticed that Zayn seems to be the ringmaster of this little pain circus and the rest of his groupies are just followers that beat on me and create covers for him. It made me sick to be around any of them. What if I was not the first person they had done this to? What if I simply replaced another unfortunate girl or even guy?

With the headmaster here I saw the perfect option for escape. "Yes, they were asking." I agreed. The boys seemed amazed that I had agreed with their scheme. Don't count your eggs before they hatch boys. "I was actually looking for you before they stopped me, headmaster. I wanted to talk to you." I stepped away from Zayn and his grip slipped from my cropped hair. Hah, that's why it's short dumbass. So you can't get a grasp on it.

"Oh, well why don't you come to my office and you can tell me what you wanted to love." I was led away by the headmaster and as I looked over my shoulder I saw the angry faces of the five boys glaring after me. I was definitely going to get it after school.

Zayn

She got away, dammit. "Boys we're going to have to keep a close eye on her. If we're not careful she's going to spill to the headmaster." I glared at her back.

"Don't worry mate she won't say anything. Don't you remember we already warned her not to say anything. Not. A. Word." Harry said confidently.

"Well maybe we need to remind her again." I said a smiled creeping along my face. "Liam you up for going undercover?" I asked.

"What do I need to do?" He asked.

That's what I liked about these boys. I barked and they jumped. They never questioned my motives, they just reacted and did what I said. I told him what he needed to do and we parted ways to go to our lockers before first hour.

I walked into first hour with the rest of the boys minus Liam. This is where our plan would begin. We just needed one more person. Oh look here she comes. In walked Tarra and the boys and I sat in the back of the room leaving only two seats, one for Tara and one for Liam, on the other side of the room.

Liam walked in the room and I walked into him. The teacher hadn't yet come in the room so we were free to do as we wished. "This is your last chance to rethink your decision and rejoin us." I said in a threatening voice.

Liam crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me, "Over my dead body Zayn. I'm done with all this. You're an asshole. All of you are and I'm done being part of this." He spat back at me. I had to admit Liam was a damn good actor.

I punched him in the stomach, "Consider that a warning Payne." I growled and stalked back to my seat.

I saw Liam walk over and sit next to Tara. Yes, the plan is already going smoothly. We'll break her down in no time.