Paper Airplanes (DISCONTINUED)

Deux

I jumped out of my sleep hearing my alarm go off on the nightstand. I slammed my fist down on the off button. Groaning, I sat up and ran my hand through my hair. Damn, Monday came faster than I thought. I threw my comforter off my body and swung my legs over the edge of my bed, letting my feet come in contact with the cold floorboards. I stood up and shivered as the cold traveled up my spine. I hurriedly entered the bathroom and did my daily routine. After getting dressed and stuffing my camera into my messenger bag, I made my way downstairs and made myself a raisin bagel with cream cheese. Mom doesn't get up this early because she doesn't go to work until around 9:30 so its just me in the mornings. Checking the time on my phone I realized that if I didn't leave now I would be late, and who wants to be late on their first day of school? I threw my trash away and grabbed my car keys and started my journey to my new school.

After a while of getting the streets mixed up I finally arrived at the school. It wasn't too large and it wasn't too small. It was, I don't know, in between? What a weird thought to have. I sighed and stepped out of my car slamming my door shut, not realizing that would bring attention to myself. Everyone's head snapped toward me and a mutter of whispers began. I tugged my bag closer on my shoulder and hung my head low, as if no one had seen me, and walked toward the building. I let my eyes skim over the many different clusters of teenagers, but there was one that stood out the most. A peculiar group of boys, whose skin was littered in tattoos, stood in front of a black Jeep. They were joking around and shoving each other around.
"Ey mate!" A blonde haired boy called as he dapped a boy with a massive head full of curls. He looked oddly familiar from behind. He turned around as his other mate -I'm assuming- tapped him on his shoulder, and my breath caught in my throat. It was the boy from the other night, the one I captured on film beating up someone. His green eyes met mine. They bore into me as if they were searching for something. He whispered something to his friend, and pointed in my direction. Most likely at me. His friend turned and looked at me, and a smirk grew on his face. I gasped and continued my way into the school, only walking at a faster pace.
I can not believe this! The same boy that has haunted my dreams is here at my school! Well, technically it's his school since I'm new but that's not the point. The point is that he is here, and who knows what he is capable of. He saw me take a picture of him, and now he knows where I go to school. . . What a way to start a first day. I groaned and headed to my locker, having already had my school information sent to me through the mail. Students began spilling into the hallways, grabbing things out of their lockers and scurrying off to their classes. I put in my combination but it didn't open. I tried again but it still wouldn't open. I sighed as the bell rung and leaned my forehead against the locker.
"Sometimes you gotta bang it to get it open." A gruff voice says from behind me causing me to jump out of fright from the sudden noise. I spin around and see a brown haired blue eyed boy. Wait, wasn't he just talking to that guy that could kill me? My insides churned as I stared at the tattoos that ran up his arms, most likely trailing over his pecks and up his neck.
I look up and let my eyes roam over his facial features. He was quite attractive. His body was well built and loomed over me -though he wasn't as tall as his killer friend- and he had a strong jawline. He also had a tousled quiff on the top of his head that looked like he'd run his fingers through it over a million times.
He smiles crookedly at me, making him look sick and twisted. He steps forward. I cringe and step back, hopefully unnoticeable. He leans forward, his breath fanning my face. I stare into his cold blue eyes. In my peripheral vision I see him raise his left arm. He places it on my locker behind me and bangs on it twice. I don't need to hear it open because I feel it swing into my spine. I gasp and arch my back, my chest pressed against his as pain shoots up my back. His arm wraps around my waist and rubs my back soothingly. He sends another twisted smile my way.
"Sorry, love. I was only trying to help. Didn't mean to cause any harm." I nodded, just wanting to get away from this weirdo.
"I'm alright. Thanks anyway." I say. He stops rubbing my back.
"Well I better get to class," he says, "I'm already late as it is." I furrow my eyebrows.
"You don't seem like the type of person that would be worried about getting to class on time." I say. He chuckles.
"I'm not but I've got this insanely hot teacher. . ." I nodded and chuckled half-heartedly.
"Well thanks for the help uh. . . " I trail off.
"The name's Louis, love. I guess I'll see you around. . ."
"It's Piper." I say.
"Well see ya Piper." He says backing away and then striding off. I sigh and face my locker. I dig into my bag in search of my schedule and my map of the school but there's something missing. . . My camera! I'm 100 percent positive I put it in there this morning. Wait. . . That little douchewad just stole my camera!

-Louis-

I looked behind me as I was walking away and saw Piper rummaging through her bag. Probably realizing that I just stole her camera. I smirked, rounding a corner and continuing my way through the hallways. I stopped once I saw Harry and the lads leaning against lockers and standing around staring aimlessly at nothing.
"Ey Lou!" Zayn called out. Harry stood up, coming off the locker he was leaning on.
"Did you get it?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I got it," I tossed him the camera which he caught swiftly, "It was so easy."
"What's she like?" Niall questioned.
"I know she's bloody fit." Liam says. We nod in agreement.
"Her name's Piper, she's fit as hell. Her weakness is being touched, and she's quick to make assumptions." I say.
"I bet ten pounds I can get her to go out with me." Niall says.
"I bet 20 she'll be in my bed by Wednesday." Zayn counters.
"I bet 35 that she'll say no to both of you idiots." Harry says as he fiddles with the camera.
"What exactly are you doing?" I question.
"I'm deleting the photo she took of me. But she's got so many in here since Thursday that I can't find it. There all actually pretty good though." He explains. Liam speaks before I do.
"How exactly did you let this shit happen?"
"I didn't know she was standing there. And when I looked at her she ran."
"Well you could have-"
Found it!" Harry exclaims cutting him off, "And. . .delete." The lads cheer at our accomplishment
"Well I'm off to find Cindy for a quick lay." I say, backing away.
"You horny little bastard!" Zayn calls, laughing.
"Isn't it a little early for sex? Niall asks.
"It's never too early for a shag." I say, spinning on my heels. Now, time to go find that whore of a cheerleader and get a quick lay.