His Favourite Student (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: The Newbie, The Rebel, And The Victim

A/N: Most of the information in this story is wrong, mainly because I either don't know the right information or I decided to change it. Like the fact that Eleanor is older than Perrie, but in this story, Perrie is older and Eleanor is the youngest out of the three. They're all still the same age though. Anyway, enjoy!

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Eleanor's POV

   Hazel. That was the colour of my eyes, the same eyes that stared back at me. They were filled with anxiety as I looked at the rest my reflection in the mirror. I only saw a plain girl with a sad look upon her face.

   Today was my first day at S.P. Cowell High School, but I was not happy at all. It was my last year in high school and my mother decided that it would be a good idea to get a new job and move from Manchester back to London. I was born in London, but a few years after, my family and I moved to Manchester. Since then, I grew up there and it became my home... until now. A few weeks ago, my mother got a job offer and she happily accepted it. Which also meant that she had to drag me back to London with her.

   I wasn't very thrilled at the idea, but she insisted that I come with her. It took a while for me to accept the fact that we were moving no matter what, but I managed to make a deal with her. The deal was that if I got into the University of Manchester, then I would be allowed to move back there by myself and see my friends again. After high school of course. She agreed and here we are now.

   From what my mom had told me, my new high school was supposed to be an art school or something. I don't know, but she wouldn't stop talking about it and told me that it was a hard school to get into. It's not like it was an academy or anything, so I didn't make a big deal about it. But then again, it's school, since when is it ever a big deal?

   "Eleanor? Are you ready yet?" My mother called out from the kitchen. "You're going to be late!"

   I sighed as I took one last glance at the mirror in my room. I smoothed out my white blouse, but it seemed the more I did, the more wrinkles would form on it. I wore dark blue jeans with a Hello Kitty belt and a pair of ugg boots. My long, brown hair was put in a messy braid and I wore a little mascara on my eyelashes.

   I grabbed my school bag and shut the door, making sure it didn't slam too loudly. As I made my way towards the staircase, I noticed that my mom was already waiting for me at the bottom. He tapped her foot impatiently while glancing at the clock on the living room wall. Once she saw me she started scolding me.

   "Eleanor! It's almost eight fifteen! Your school starts at eight thirty!" She said angrily while grabbing her car keys.

   "School didn't start that early back at my old school." I mumbled, but she heard me anyway.

   "El, I know this is a big change for you, and I get it. But you have to understand that I'm doing this for you because I love you." She said softly.

   "I know, I know. Can we just leave?"

   Mom gave me a warm smile before kissing my forehead and handing me an apple.

   "Of course, honey."

   As we walked out of our new flat, I couldn't help but notice a girl down the street walking by herself. From afar, I noticed that she had blonde hair dip-dyed pink and wore a black fedora hat. Her outfit was a black crop top with a pink peace sign on it, and denim shorts. Lastly, I saw black combat boots with white laces. She pulled out a phone from her brown shoulder bag and began texting someone.

   Suddenly a black car drove near her and I saw her talking to the person inside. They talked for a while until she got in the car, but not before glancing my way. Our eyes met for a split second. Then the car drove off.