A Day to Forget

Chapter 2:

My thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. My attention including the whole classes turn to the opening door. The familiar blue eyed guy- Niall, as Louis had said- walks in. He wore a plane white shirt with light jeans and white shoes. His right hand was shoved in his pocket as his other held a notebook and literature book at his side.

"Mr.Horan. how nice of you to finally join us." The man who I hadn't notice was writing daily objective on the board frowns at him as if it weren't anything new.

"My pleasure Jim." He smirks at the teacher as he makes his way down the aisle of my row. My heartbeat increases slightly as he takes a seat in front of Louis who looks oddly terrified. Looking over at him, he doesn't meet my eyes as I watch him rip out a piece of notebook paper and fiercely begin to write.

He suddenly hands it to me, causing shock to enter my eyes as his smooth hand touches mine briefly. Opening the note, I hold back a smile.

The beast has chosen a seat too close.

His hand writing was oddly neat for a guy, but i liked it. The smile on my face felt foreign causing me to drop it quickly. I liked Louis already- he seemed funny and kind, and honestly I could use a friend. If that's even what we would be. Glancing at the back of Niall's head briefly trying not to laugh out loud at how Louis called him a beast. His hair was blond, with brown poking out at its roots obviously dyed. It was spiked up in the front messily, causing his face to look even more attractive.

Holding my pen in my hand, I twirl in momentarily as I find myself staring at Niall. Snapping out of my trance I write back.

Why'd he call him Jim?

I lightly fold it back up trying to keep the sound of paper crumpling quiet. Handing it to Louis who smiles, I can't help my question ring in my head. Why had Niall called him Jim?

Suddenly a piece of paper flops onto my desk making me lightly jump causing Louis to chuckle. I unfold it curiously.

That's Mr.Swatters real name. I'm not too sure why he calls him that and gets away with it, no one really does. There's a bunch of rumors but we can talk about that later.

The bell suddenly rings while I was scribbling back an answer. It seemed like the class had gone by so quickly- even thought I know it hadn't.

It was so odd for me, to think that I actually talked to someone. Kind of. Does this mean Louis and I were, friends? The word sits oddly on my mind. I had never really had a friend. A lot of fake ones yes, but nobody that I could actually call a friend.

"So do you wanna sit with me at lunch?" Louis voice suddenly causes me mind to snap back into reality. Glancing at his face his eyes seemed to gleam for an answer. The look in them was so sure- so friendly, I couldn't help but nod.

"See you then." A large grin elopes his face and a small dimple on his left cheek appears where his smile hung mainly.

The hallways were unbelievable crowed, and I had forgotten what it was like to be in one. It had been a while, a month or two maybe, and it didn't sit right in my stomach. I had successfully mapped my classes out until lunch, and my day wasn't going as bad as I had thought. The feeling to sob was still lingering in my mind, but a few people had actually started conversations with me and welcomed me. Surprisingly.

I still hadn't spoke more than my name though. I knew people were going to see that once the year dragged on. I wonder what exotic names I would get called. Nothing enough to hurt me anymore than I already was I knew. Nothing that could hurt me as bad as I already feel. Nothing could compare to the pain I felt everyday.