Twisted || Niall Horan [ON HOLD (Major editing)]

Chapter 5

My alarm went off causing me to groan loudly at it's consistent approach to awaken me. It was 7am on a Monday morning meaning school would start in an hour and a half.

After awkwardly stretching, I got up and went to brush my teeth before getting in the shower. My mind was only half awake so I didn't wash my hair. When I got out I put on some makeup (mascara and eyeliner like always) , then shuffeled into my room to get dressed.

By that time it was already 8:00 so I decided to just put my hair in a bun, since it's super thick, and threw on my converse.

The pendant on my necklace hit my chest with every hop I took down the steps. In the kitchen was a fresh plate of pancakes and a sticky note.

Hope you have a wonderful first day. I want to hear all about it later. Something came up so I had to go, Niall will be here to pick you up at 8:15, but I left your board by the door just in case.

                                                          Love,

                                                          Mom

I grinned as I devoured the pancakes, sending my mom a quick text saying thanks and that I love her. Seconds after I hit send, there's multiple horn beeps from outside. From the note I assumed it was Niall, so I grabbed my things before running out the door and to a painful ride that was to come.

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Niall cleared his throat, "When we get to the school, I'll get out first then after a few minutes you can go in."

I abruptly turned in my seat, the seatbelt scratching my neck. "You don't want to be seen with me? Wow. First day and I'm already pushed to the side." I laughed dryly.

Once we parked, the plan went through as said. Two minutes passed before I got out the car.

Everyone was watching me as I crossed the car park. You could tell this school was divided into groups and I knew I wouldn't fit in.

There were the athletes, the science lovers, the Goths, the hate my life crew, the gossips, and the outcasts. Otherwise known as me. Girl or not, I hated being labeled and so I refused to make myself like others. Either like me for who I am, or don't.

Standing by the door were two boys who were smoking cigarettes. The school bad boys, everyone has them. Unlike everyone else, they didn't hide the fact that they were checking me out. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, causing the curly haired boy to smirk. His friend with the buzz cut just looked at me as if he were the predator, and I the prey.

The doors flew open allowing me to quickly shuffle in and to the attendance office without looking back. A woman named Ms.Jefferson gave me my schedule, a map of the building, and my locker card.

First period had already started by the time I made it to the class.

"Hello, you must be Luna. Nice to meet you, I'm Mrs.Atunez. Your seat is next to Mr.Malik in the back there." She said quite perkily.

I took a seat in the back next to the boy with beautiful hazel eyes, a black quiff, and a untold story. He turned and caught me staring but I didn't look away just yet.

"You're a virgin." he stated.

I giggled "That was blunt. What makes you think that?"

"You have on tights in 85° weather, the shoes you wear arent new, your face isn't caked with makeup, and when you walked not once did you realize all the boys staring at your ass." He proclaimed as if it was as obvious as the grass being green or the sun being bright.

I smiled because he was right, and be knew that. "I know a few things about you too."

"Really?" he laughed.

"Yeah. On you're right arm there's a tattoo. That's why you have on a jacket in this weather. Which means you either don't like it, it's big, or both. Also, you have at least a 3.8 GPA due to the fact that you have higher advanced books. Either you're an artist or experiencing withdrawal because your hand keeps twitching and it moves alone while you stare at something. The reason you wear glasses is to look smarter but they aren't prescription, I have the same pair." I observed.

He gwaked at me, stunned how I knew all that from just a breif look over . It's just a gift of mine I guess. I smirked triumphantly.

"Wanna sit with me at lunch?" he asks.

"I'd love to..." I trailed off, unsure of his name.

"Zayn. Zayn Malik." he says with a smile.

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A/N

HAROLD EDWARD FREAKING STYLES IS 20! NO MORE TEEN DIRECTION BOYS! IF YOU CAN HEAR MY SOBS I'M SORRY!

The original chapter got deleted so I'm super sorry it's short and freaky. I'll also try to update Thursday since it's my birthday but normally updates will be Wednesday.

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