No way out (1D horror story) (some bxb)

Not my usual group

   The hallways were dark and the only light was coming from room 112 were you could hear laughter. liam readjust his bag on his shoulder and stepped inside the classroom were the laughter immediately stopped.

    He looked around to see one guy was standing in front of the white board writing random words, his light brown hair was sweped  to the side reviling his light blue eyes.

    Another guy was sitting in a desk close to the front his name was harry styles. liam knew him from his classes, he was tall and a bit pale, he was wearing a tan jumper with black skinnies and white worn out convers. he was carelessly reading a science book.

    liam's gaze fell apon the other two sitting in the back. one had blond hair but it was obviously dyed cause his brown roots were showing. he also had crystal blue eyes. for some odd reason he knew not to make eye contact with him.

    The last one liam only knew by reputation, zayn malik the definition of a rebel. He wore a black leather jacket, a plain white shirt and black torn skinnies.

    His eyes locked onto liam's as soon as he walked in. wow... this ain't my usual crowd... he thought. liam knew rumors about zayn like him starting fights, smoking on school grounds, buying and selling drugs in school but he actually never believe them.

    "um... hi is this detention?" liam mumbled.

    "no it's dissecting class" zayn replied sarcasticly. "the dead animals will be here soon"

     "can't wait..." liam said trying to sound amused. the guy at the board giggled.

     "dead animals make great pets" he replied "you don't have to do much with them"

     "gross" blondie said sitting in the desk next to zayn. the guy at the board and zayn started laughing.

     "will you guys shut up!" harry said turning around.

     "why should we?" zayn shot back

     "cause I don't want to get in to more trouble then I'm already in". zayn rolled his eyes as harry turned back towards his book.

     "hey liam you going to sit down or what? your making me nervous" zayn called out.

     "sorry..." he mumbled setting his bag down and taking a seat close to the door.

     "hi liam" harry said shyly "did you get that geometry homework done".

    "ha-ha very funny" liam grinned. he was act actually happy that harry was talking to him.

     "what did you do to get in here?" liam questioned.

     "smart ass replies..." the guy at the board mumble. He took a closer look at the board to see he was writing graffiti.

harry ignore him.

     "did you dissect that frog in bio?" he asked.

     "yeah" liam answered. just the thought of squiggly intestents and oozing goo coming out of if made his stomach turn.

     "it was disgusting"

     "I wouldn't do it" harry said frowning. "it was pointless"

     "you got detention for not cutting up a frog?" zayn said from the back of them.

     "what's the point? it's wrong to cut up a frog" harry told him

     "it's already dead" zayn pointed out.

     "so? would you like it if someone cut you up?"

     "I hope they do" zayn replied "might actually learn something" harry rolled his eyes and turned back towards liam.

     "I just didn't want to". liam could understand cause cutting open a frog was plain out gross.

     The classroom was quiet for a minuet then you could hear pages being torn out of a text book. Zayn was carelessly tearing out pages from a math book, he took a disposable lighter and set the paper on fire.

     He held it in his hand until the flame got to close to his fingers and threw it on the floor. "I'm going to die! before this day ends!" liam thought as he watched zayn tear out another page and light it.

      "Hey-stop!" liam turned around to see Mr. cowell at the door way.

      "put that out right now!" he yelled.

      "okay okay" zayn got up grabbed the water bottle off the teachers desk and poured it over the flame. He placed the bottle back on the desk, he turned around and smirked at him "happy now?"

     is this guy nuts!?. of course liam doesn't particularly like Mr. cowell but its not like he's asking for trouble.

    "hope you don't have any plans next Saturday zayn" he said coldly "cause your spending it hear in detention!".

    "well shit! there goes my football game!" zayn replied sarcasticly. blondie giggled at his remark. Mr. cowell glared at him.

    "I'd keep you mouth shut niall , you have skipped more classes to spend another year here. now would you like that?"

    "Guess not..." he mumbled. Mr. cowell turned to the guy at the board who was finishing up his work.

    "sit down louis". he scowled. He dropped the marker and took a seat in the front. Mr. cowell examined the board.

    "your art work has improved since you spray painted the bus" he sneered. "but it could use work"

    "since when did you become a art critic?" he said.

    "well if you haven't been playing follow-the-leader with zayn all the time you may actually take your talent seriously" he replied. louis shrugged his shoulders.

    "now listen up here's the ground rules, no talking, no getting up out of your seats, and from now on if one person messes up then you all do" he said mainly looking at zayn who didn't seem to care.

     "If you can follow these simple rules then you can leave at 3. if you don't you'll be here next Saturday with zayn. understood?" All around the room short yes could be heard.

      "and I would like it if you called me simon instead of Mr. cowell makes me feel old". he said walking around the desks.

      "that's because you are old" zayn from the back said with a laugh.

       "don't push it zayn" simon sneered. liam couldn't tell if he was enjoying this or not cause most teachers like to make kids life miserable.

       "I will be back shortly and don't move" simon said before walking to the door. Liam saw movement behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to see zayn stand up and had a pocket knife in his hand. Liam gasped as zayn threw it right at Mr. cowell...

   so what do you think? a comment would be nice (: