Chapter One

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Here we go. Another day, in school. Full of people. Nosey people to say the least. Always poking their nose in my buisness. 

First lesson is Art. Great, not that I hated Art, I'm not much good at it.

I waited at the bus stop at 8:00am. My ear phones plugged in, my skull bag hitting my thigh as I paced back and forth patiently. 

I'm pretty sure I heard my name being called. Whatever. If my earphones are in, no one talks to me, unless I like them.

The voice came again only louder and more closer. Yes it was my voie, I turned and looked over my shoulder. It was Louis. My best friend.

I took out one of my earphones and we walked to each other, arms open wide. We embraced for a moment before walking back up to the bus stop.

"Your minds in the clouds today Ron" Louis said as I put my left earphone in his left ear. I didn't say anything, I didn't need to. Thank god Louis understood that. Not everyone needs to talk. Louis didn't mind if I never did reply to him, thats one of the reason's he makes a great friend.

Louis began to head bang to my music. Specifically Dead By April - What Can I Say? (No Screaming). I laughed lightly at my best friend. Always doing his best to make me laugh.

We started to both sing the chorus.

"What can I say? What can I Do? This is who I am and I'm hurting you. What can I say? What can I Do? No matter how strong my feelings are I always end up hurting you. I'm hurting you"

Our joy was short lived as the other kids began to come to the bus stop. I kept my head low, looking at my phone, flipping through the rest of my songs as Louis continued to head bang.

"Oi Hughes!" some boy called from across the street. I looked up at their direction, a straight face, also meaning I'm annoyed.

It was Ben Jones, Jack Daniels, Daniel Lawler and Liam Payne. Liam. All the girls fell for him, somewhat similar to me, except I never bothered with the boys, Liam on the other hand could have dated all the girls in our year, shame the never lasted long.

"You alright sexy?" called out Jack. I scoffed at went back to my phone.

"Fine be like that then, you stubborn bitch" Daniel shouted, making sure I heard. Liam said nothing. Good for him too.

The bus arrived finally. Ben and the others came across the street and stood behind me and Louis. We stood too close to the edge of the curb. No too close though.

I heard sniggering behind me, but I decided to let it slide. I felt a quick hand gab my butt and immediatly I swung my arm behind me, fist clenched ready to smack someone's nose.

They all stepped back so my arm hit no one. Ben, Jack, Daniel and Liam began to 'Ooo' and laugh at me.

"Perverts" I shouted to them, making everyone around us hear. Louis grabbed my elbow and pushed me first onto the bus. The guys howled with laughter. 

Some day, they'll get what they deserve.

Me and Louis headed straight Art. We were already ten minutes late from grabbing some breakfast at McDonalds so had to rush back.

Mr. William's wasn't pleased but at least we turned up.

"Sir they were getting it on behind the bike sheds" Ben shouted, causeing a few laughs.

"I'd rather do it with Louis than you" I answered back being all cocky. Everyone laughed at Ben as he sat there speechless, I raised my eyebrow and gave a cheeky smile giving him a 'Are you mad?' look.

Me and Louis sat in our seats next to each other and kept our heads low as I plugged one of my earphone's in his ear and the other in mine. We listened to our music secretly, sitting at our own table. Best of all we never got caught.

Let's just say Art was entertaining for once. 

Next lesson came and it was Science. Louis wasn't with me for that but I had Marcel as a partner.

He's fine, a nerd but all around a swell guy.

"Alright Marcel?" I smiled, placing my bag on the table getting my pen and book out.

"Hello Veronica" he smiled back, shuffling his chair abit.

"Marcel..." he knows I hate it when he calls me that.

"Sorry, sorry...Ron" Marcel smiled, correcting himself.

"Alright everyone settle down now" Mrs. Spark came in, she was kind, but abit stupid when it comes to kids "I hope you all did your homework"

Groans came from all around the room.

"It's all for your assignment, which will go to your grades" Mrs. Spark said coming round the class collecting the papers.

"Shit, Marcel. I need your help on the last question" I whisperd.

"It's B over Alpha" he whisperd back.

"What?" Marcel scribbled it quickly down and shoved the paper to me.

"I hope you weren't cheating Veronica" Mrs. Spark said out loud, causing people to look over their shoudlers.

"No Mrs S." I said feeling slightly embarrassed, sliding down in my seat.

Mrs. S eyed me carfully "Good" she walked off back to her desk and carried on with the lesson.

Sniggering occured halfway though class, causing Spark to get annoyed "Liam Payne, if something is really so funny please share it with the class"

"Nah, your alright miss" he replied cockily.

"Oh but I insist It must be so more important than your education"

"She is miss" I looked back over my shoulder. 'She is'? What does that mean?

"I beg your pardon?" Spark said walking up to Liam and his friend Zayn Malik's desk.

"Veronia Atlanta Hughes should stop messing around, she's disturbing my education" Liam looked at me and pulled a smirk, a mischevious smirk.

I pulled back to my book, disgusted. Mrs Spark didn't know how to answer.

"Veronica, please leave the class for a moment and wait till I come and talk to you" she said after a while, causing me to snap back to her.

"But miss I haven't done anything, I just been sitting doing my work, haven't I Marcel?" a weak 'Yes' came from Marcel. One of which Mrs S didn't hear.

"Get out Veronica!" she shouted. The room went quiet, I never ever got sent out of class before. Thanks to them, I have now.

I got up in a huff, grabbing my bag and muttered "Whatever" under my breath as I left the room, slamming the door behind me.

I slammed my back up against the wall, annoyed to the core.

It's funny how something so simple can ruin your whole day.

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