Zayn’s POV
I woke up the next morning to a text from Perrie. Hearing from her always made me smile.
From Perrie: Hi hon! Just wanted 2 wish u good luck on ur first day of school. Love u! xx
To Perrie: Thanks babe. I love u too :) .xx
I climbed out of bed and trudged down the stairs. I was the first person up, I wasn’t alone for long though. “Hey mate. You’re up early.” Louis said, stealing a drink of my orange juice. “Yea I know. School doesn’t start till eight.” I said taking a bite of my bagel. “Well you better hurry up and get ready cuz you’re not hogging the bathroom all morning.” He said smiling. I laughed and finished eating, then went upstairs to get dressed.
At 7:43, Harry yelled at us to get to the car. My stomach tightened. Am I seriously nervous right now? It’s school. I walked out of the house and climbed in the front seat. Louis and Niall sat in the back talking about getting to see some girl they’d met last night. Liam sat in back on his phone, probably tweeting or texting Dani.
We reached the school and climbed out of the car. The place was huge; it looked damn near like a cathedral. I’m not even kidding. We walked up the many steps to the large building, receiving glares from people, probably due to the fact that we were new students. I glanced over and noticed a crowd of girls all staring over at us intensely. I looked the other way and saw a bunch of kids leaned up against the wall of the school holding skateboards, hacky-sacks, and passing around what looked to be a joint.
“I’m locker 48 3rd floor. Does anyone have a locker near me?” Liam asked. “I do. I have 46.” Harry said. Louis was a little ways down from Niall and I had no one near me. We all went our separate ways and I headed off to my locker.
Once I found it and put my things in it and found my classroom. The bell had already rung, so when I walked into the classroom there were about 20 pairs of eyes on me. I looked around at all of the girls wearing 1D shirts. “Oh, you must be Mr. Malik. Class, this is our new student, Zayn. He came here all the way from England. Isn’t it such a coincidence, we’ll be learning about London today. So everyone, pencils and paper! Faye, phone away, class has started! Zayn, go sit by Stanley.” Mr. Himle instructed. I could already tell I wasn’t going to like him.
Stanley stood up so I’d know who he was; I straightened my leather jacket and walked over to my seat. I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then turned to Stanley. “Is he always this…I don’t know…strict?” I asked him. Stanley grinned and nodded, “He’s the only teacher who doesn’t allow phones out, sucks right?” He said. “Aha, yeah. I enjoy being able to use my phone.” I said. I began drawing on my notebook, not paying any attention to the class at all.
I zoned back in when I heard the teacher say something about One Direction. “The world famous British boyband One Direction is from England” I heard Mr. Himle say. I raised my hand and he nodded, “Actually, sir, One Direction is a British-Irish boyband.” I corrected. A couple of girls smiled at me, guys rolled their eyes and shook their heads. “Well it says so right here on the notes I got from the internet.” He said cocking his head to the side and lifting his eye brows. “Where’d you get you information, Wikipedia? We have one Irish member.” I said.
He opened his laptop and typed something. “Oh, I’m sorry. It seems that Neil is Irish.” He said. “It’s Niall. Get it right.” I said. I leaned back in my chair again, propping my feet up on my desk. “Anything else you want to add?” Mr. Himle said. I shook my head, “No, carry on.”
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“Dude, that was awesome. Nobody’s ever talked to Himle like that.” Stanley said, slapping me on the back as we walked out of the classroom. “Thanks. What class do you have next?” I asked. “I have Trigonometry, you?” He asked. “Oh, I have gym. See you during lunch though.” We went our separate ways.
I was walking past a janitors’ closet when I saw a girl staring at me. She had long, straight, blonde hair. Something about her just seemed wrong, maybe it was the way her short skirt hugged her legs just under her bum, or the way her shirt clung tightly to the unexposed part of her chest, maybe it was the way she had her eyes locked on mine while she bit her lip. Or perhaps it was all of those things. She signaled me to come to her, with a slight flick of her finger.
“So you’re the new guy huh?” The girl asked me. I silently nodded my head yes.
“Well allow me to introduce myself.” She said with a sexual smirk on her face. I I turned to walk away but she harshly pushed me into the closet. I was pushed to the corner as the door shut behind us. Her gloss covered lips brushed over my ear, making me shiver as she whispered, “Let me hear that sexy British accent.”
“Um…” was the only think I could say. She chuckled as her teeth grabbed at the skin on my neck, surely leaving a mark. “Well, I need to get to my next class.” She said giggling. She dropped back down flat onto her feet and walked out of the closet back into the hall. I ran my hand over the now sore spot on my neck and stepped out into the bright hallway. I got looks from everyone; they must have known what she did. She definitely has a not-so-secret thing with taking random guys into janitors’ closets, and that was now a permanent mark on my reputation…and a non-permanent one on my neck. Oh god, Perrie, I thought to myself.
Louis’ POV
After I had dressed into my gym clothes I walked outside to the football field, yes the football field. No, not the place where guys dress up in pads and tackle each other, but the “soccer” field. I was standing awkwardly next to the goal.
I heard the gym teachers whistle blow and looked up. “You. Get over here! Hustle!” He yelled. I ran up to him, looking up at the tall man. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you here before.” He questioned. “I’m Louis Tomlinson, sir. I’m new here.” I said. “Hmm. You’re British, you good at football?” He asked me. “Um, my football or your football?” I asked, answering a question with the question.
“Yours of course, we have a school soccer team and we need good players. Why don’t you show me your skill.” That was more of a demand than a question. I took my position as defensive midfield and played my hardest. By the time we’d finished playing I was drenched in perspiration.
“Great job out there kid. You’ve got talent. None of the players out here have ever tried so hard that they actually sweat.” The gym teacher told me. “Well that would definitely change if I were to be on the team.” I said smiling. “What do you mean ‘if you were’? Of course you’re on the team kid. I’m sure you’ll be whipping everyone else into shape in no time.” He said slapping me on the back. “Thank you, sir.” I said, looking up at him. “Don’t call me sir. It’s coach.” He said sternly. I nodded my head, chuckling as I walked off towards the locker rooms.
“Oh and Tomlinson! Practice is Saturday at 5!” He yelled. “PM?”I called back. “AM! And by the way, we have a three strikes rule. Miss practice three times and you’re off the team!” He hollered. I gave him a ‘thumbs up’ and continued on my way to change my clothing.
“So you’re on the soccer team now, huh?” I heard a deep voice called out to me. I nodded my head looking towards a rather built guy. “First day here and that’s what you want to do, be on a shitty soccer team? That’s just pathetic.” He said laughing along with his friends as they all gathered around me. “Well, the coach says I have skill, and I like playing soccer. So why not?” I said. I’ve got a bit of an attitude problem and I’m aware of it.
“Oh so you’re a cocky Brit? Well then you’re going to have a lot of fun in this school.” He said as he turned and walked away.
