Paper Airplanes (DISCONTINUED)

Trois

Wow, this is great. Just great. First, I see the boy who could potentially kill me. Then, his weird friend comes, and pretends he's helping me. Next, he hits me with my locker, feels me up, and finally... He steals my camera. How could I have not felt- Wait, now that I think about, it... I groaned and slammed my locker shut. He probably stole it to delete the photo for his psycho friend. I never planned on doing anything with it. I don't even know why I kept it in the first place. I just did.

Sighing, I turned and headed to my first class of the morning, with the help of the school map. Stopping at the door that read B37 -which I did not realise was on the second floor- I took a deep breath before knocking three times. I heard the room go silent, and light footsteps make their way to the door. The door was whisked open and there stood my Environmental Studies teacher.
She looked young, maybe around 24 or 25. She was dressed in dark blue jeans, white Nike high tops with the straps undone and a white tank top that had a black and white sketch of Marilyn Monroe's head and shoulders in skeleton form. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun, contributing to her relaxed look. I grinned, knowing that I'd like this teacher already. She smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling.
"Hey I'm-" I began to say, but was cut off by her mellow voice.
"Piper Harrison, right?" I nodded. She smiled and opened the door wider.
"The Chancellor told me I would be getting a new student today." She said ushering me inside the classroom.
"You can sit wherever you like."
My eyes scanned the room. The only seats that were available were the ones next to a girl with braces who was drooling in the front, and a very attractive boy in the back. I'm pretty sure you can guess who I chose.
"Thanks, Ms..."
"Oh, right. I'm Ms. Rodney. But call me Sharon. Ms. Rodney sounds like my mother. Only call me that if the chancellor is around which isn't much often. So, are we clear?" She asked.
"Crystal." I say. She smiles and says,
"I think I'm gonna like you."
"And I, you." I retort. She smiles one last time before turning and sitting back down at her desk.
I made my way to the back and placed my bag under my chair before sliding into it. I leaned back, slouching a bit in my seat.
"Alright class, you can go back to whatever you were doing." Ms. Rodney, I mean, Sharon says. The class erupts into conversations as Sharon kicked her feet up, placing them on the desk, and pulled out her phone. Well alright then.
"Hi." A voice whispered from beside me. I turned to my left to face Mr. Handsome.
"Hi." I whispered back.
"I'm John." He stuck out his hand. I placed mine in his.
"I'm Piper." I said, shaking his hand.
A moment of silence.
"Why are we whispering?" I asked, until I realised I had whispered yet again. I cleared my throat and restated the question making him laugh.
"I don't know." He said, chuckling. I laughed with him.
"Um... Can I have my hand back?" I asked, gesturing to his hand that still held mine. He released immediately.
"Oh, right. Sorry." I chuckled.
"It's fine." I say, waving it off.
"So where are you from? I mean, you've got an accent, but it's not that strong."
"I was raised in Holmes Chapel until I was about 12. My mum moved us to the states for whatever reason, and now we're here. I guess it just faded a little over time." I explained. He nodded in understanding.
"So what's your story?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. He chuckles.
"There isn't much to tell. I was born and raised here in Leicester." He shrugs. "It's not very exciting here. The only thing fun to do is drive up to London on the weekends, or go to Tyler Nash's parties every Friday which is always killer."
I nod and lean forward a little bit.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did." He says, smirking and wriggling his eyebrows. I laugh and smack his arm making him pout.
"No I mean a real question."
"That was a real question." I roll my eyes and he laughs at my annoyance.
"Ah, I'm just messin with ya. What d'you wanna know?" He says, patting my leg.
"Why aren't we learning?" I raise my eyebrows and look around the classroom. John laughs as if that was the funniest thing in the world, earning a few glances from everyone else.
"That was your question?" He asks after catching his breath. I roll my eyes and huffed, forcing the hair in my face to flop. Bringing my hand to my face, I push the loose hair behind my ear.
"Well..." I roll my hands showing him I want him to finish the sentence.
"Well... Sharon never teaches on Mondays. She says she's giving us an extra hour to get our brains prepared for the rest of the day. She doesn't teach us on Fridays either. She lets us start the weekends early."
"Ohhhh. Okay, I understand now. I'm officially, in love with this teacher now." I say.
"Yeah, who wouldn't be? Plus, she's fit as hell."
I gasp and slap his arm playfully.
"John!"
"What?!" He asks, snickering.
"She's our teacher." I say, laughing along with him.
"So? She's only, what? Six years older than us? I could fuck her, and she wouldn't mind at all. I've seen her checkin' me out a couple of times." He pops his collar as if he's the shit.
I laugh and shake my head.
"You are hopeless."

•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•

I groaned inwardly as another balled up paper hit the back of my head.
"Ey, Piper." An Irish accent whispers from behind me. I groan loudly, letting him know my irritation towards him and place my forehead onto the desk. I hear chuckling behind me and groan louder.
"Is there a problem miss Harrison?" The teacher asks, addressing me.
"No mister Caldwell. Sorry." I say, earning more snickers from behind me.
"Don't let it happen again." He says, turning back to the white board. I mumble a couple of words I would never say to my mum and slump back in my chair.
"Piper." The blonde Irishman calls again.
"Piper." By now, my foot is tapping rapidly against the eggshell white tile floor.
"Piiiipeerrr." He sings tauntingly. I snap and whip my head around to face him.
"What!" I whisper. Niall smirks and leans forward onto the desk.
"Can you take the pipe? Cause I'd love to lay it down on you." I scoff and sneer.
"I'd love to shove a pipe down your goddamn throat you ignorant twat." I spit, turning back around in my chair and inhale a breath to calm myself. I hear Zayn, Niall and Liam laughing behind me at my sudden outburst. I'd learned their names without having to ask -thankfully- from mister Caldwell who was questioning them as to why they weren't in class on time when they arrived fifteen minutes late.
I praise the heavens when I hear the bell ring. I grab my bag from hanging on the back of my chair and grab my books off the desk.
"Make sure tonight you complete pages 53 through..." I roll my eyes and tune him out, knowing that I won't do his homework. I never do homework.
I walk past him and toward the door, pushing past the other students that were also rushing to leave the classroom. Not shortly after I exit the door, I bump into a firm chest. The same chest covered in a royal blue tank top I'd looked at this morning as the owner of it felt me up. I looked up at his smirking face then at his blue eyes, which now seemed less evil and didn't give me chills. But nevertheless, he still stole my camera.
"Easy there tiger, where's the fire?" He says, steading me as I almost fell on my butt. I slap his hands away.
"Don't touch me." I snap.
"What did I do?" He asks, his smirk still smug on his face. Oh, how I wish I could slap it off him. This only sets me off more.
"What did you do? What did you do? You stole my fucking camera, that's what you did." I say, anger sitting on each word. His smirk only widens. I can feel my nose flaring in anger, my bull ring grazing the skin underneath my nose.
"Sweetheart, I didn't steal anything from you. What reason would I have to do that?"
Honestly, I don't know why I'm so pissed, but I am. The anger was just brewing and I guess, it wasn't even me being angry. It was just my fear towards his friend and what might happen if I encounter him today. Well that and the fact that Louis was acting like such an arrogant ass. And the next thing I know, my right hand had connected with his left cheek. His eyes glazed over in anger and turned a deep ocean blue. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the nearest locker, one of the locks pushing into my back. He pressed his chest against mine and brought his face real close.
"I dont know who you think you are princess, but I don't let shit like that slide." I squirm under his intense gaze.
"Don't you EVER do that shit again." His grip tightens, most likely leaving bruises on my skin.
"Just let her go Lou, she's not worth it." I hear Liam say. I hadn't realised they'd been watching. He bring his lips to my ears. I can feel them graze my ears with each word he utters.
"Better watch your back sweetheart." He says, putting emphasis on the 'sweetheart'. He pulls back slowly, a smirk now prominent on his face. Louis releases me and takes a step back spinning on his heel and begins walking ahead of his lads as if nothing ever happened. Then he stops mid-stride and spins on his heel. With a wink he says,
"Catch ya later, love."
And I swear, my jaw would've dropped if I didn't have much common since. But I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me. So with that I turned on my heels and headed towards my locker.

Sighing at the memory of less than twenty minutes ago, I shrug my red leather jacket on to cover up my already bruising arms. At least I get to be with Cara and John at lunch. First lunch was for those in grade nine, second lunch was for grade ten, and since there were so many in grade ten, some of them had third lunch with those in grade eleven. And obviously, fourth lunch was for grade twelve.
I was so grateful that I only had two classes with Louis in the morning, but I still had no clue as to who I had class with after lunch. I exhale heavily at the dreadful thought and slam my locker shut. I turn around, ready to head to lunch, but unfortunately I walk into another chest. My eyes trail over the white tee and up, spotting a few tattoos on this persons neck. I gulp, an idea of who I might have bumped into forming in my head. I can feel the sweat collecting in my palms as my eyes roam over his pink lips, then his nose, to finally, his piercing green eyes. I rub my palms against the front of my jeans, hopefully unnoticeable. His voice as he speaks is like his appearance. Smooth, calm and completely in control.
"Hello, Piper."