Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 1

As I walked into my first class, my heart begins to race. I'm finally a senior. I had been waiting for this moment since the beginning of middle school.

I miss my friends back in Texas. I really like New York but I don't know anyone. I only agreed to move here because I want to be as close to my future school as possible. The New York Conservitory of Dramatic Arts. Performing has always been a part of my life. I knew that at this school, I could make my dream come true.

"Goodmorning class. My name is Mr. Rodriguez but you can call me Carl. I honestly don't mind" my teacher says pulling me from my thoughts.

He is somewhat attractive. He looks too young to be a teacher. I hear some girls behind me rattle about how cute he is and I roll my eyes.

He starts talking about what he expects from us, which is not much, and tells us why he decided to take teaching as a career.

Half way through class, the door opens and a boy steps in. He is tall and has black hair. It is slightly pushed up from his face. He has caramel eyes and he has the most perfect jawline I have ever seen. He is wearing tight black jeans and a white t-shirt. I see something black under it. Tattoos perhaps?

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Malik. I thought you would have failed to be here once again on the first day" Mr. Rodriguez states.

"Yeah. Whatever" he rolls his eyes as he takes his seat next to me.

"As I was saying, you will have four major assigments. I don't do test so they will count as test grades." Mr. Rodriguez repeats. I don't think I will be able to call him Carl any time soon.

I feel the boys eyes on me and I turn to look at him and he just stares at me.

"Am I interupting something? I wouldn't want to be rude."

Wait what?

I look away and notice the whole class staring at us. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and I can feel myself turning red.

"You may continue."I say quietly to Mr. Rodriguez.

He smiles and the bell rings.

"Mrs. Martinez, could I talk to you for a moment?" Mr. Rodriguez calls as I pack my things.

I walk over to him and wait until he is done erasing his writing off his white board. The bell rings once again making me aware I am late. Great.

"Don't worry, I will write you a note." He answers my thoughts.

"I know you are a very smart girl. I saw the way you were here 10 minutes early and you are very organized. If I were you, ask to switch seats with someone. Zayn will only distract you. I have had him twice already and he is no good."

"Twice?" I asked confused.

"Yes. He had failed this year twice already."

My mouth dropps open. How is that even possible? He chuckles and takes a paper and pen and starts writing. Oh jesus. His laugh is so attractive.

I stare at him as he writes on the paper. I take the time to really look at him. He is wearing slacks and a purple button up shirt. It is tight which makes his figure show better. He has such a perfect body. I look up and he is staring at me. I smile and shift back a little obviously uncomfortable.

"You know, you don't look or act at all like a freshman." He spills as he hands me the note. I smile and head towards the door.

"Oh and Rebecca, you are very beautiful. See you tomorrow." He grins and my eyes widen. What the hell? My teacher just called me beautiful.

Walking to my next class takes about 10 minutes. As I'm about to enter the room, I see a little bit of smoke down the hall. I walk over and see Zayn standing at the enterance of the restroom.

"What are you doing?" I spit.

He looks up at me and chuckles. His laugh is even more attractive than Mr. Rodriguez. He sucks into the cigarette and blows out the smoke.

"Um, what does it look like I'm doing?" he spits back.

"What if you get caught?" I roll my eyes.

"You are new aren't you? This school doesn't give a fuck what you do. They could care less is you go down a shit hole. They just want money."

I am surprised by his use of words. I am not used to this type of language. I roll my eyes and walk away.

"Where are you going?" why does he care?

"English." I nearly wisper.

"Oh Mrs. Hoss? Skip it. Trust me, not the best class."

"I unlike you want to make something of myself!" Wow, that was harsh.

Me grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. His hands go to my waste and he gets so close to me I for a minute think he is going to kiss me.

"You have some guts! I like that." He breaths into my mouth. His hands slide down my waist to my butt. I stand there. Unable to move.

He moves in too close and I close my eyes. He lets go and starts laughing as he puts his cigarette out.

"What? You thought I was going to kiss you?" He laughs.

I stare at him and I run into the girls restroom. As I reach the stall, I begin to cry. I don't know why. I just feel so humiliated. The bells rings signaling the end of second period. Great.