Taking Innocence

Chapter One

Chapter One-

Niall POV

I was nervous. More than nervous actually, I was terrified. I was starting school for the first time today. I have been home schooled my whole life, but my parents finally decided to let my go to public school for my last year.

I was nervous because of several reasons. Firstly, I would be the youngest person in my class at the age of sixteen. Everyone else would be older than me and I didn't want them to treat me like a little kid, even though I act like a little kid. Mostly because of my Asperger's syndrome. It was like Autism, but not as bad. I just had problems with social interaction and I often repeated things a lot. I hope people are okay with it though. I saw a movie on the tele and kids were being mean to this other kid. I don't want that to happen to me.

I don't want kids to be mean to me. I don't like kids being mean. I don't like it when people are mean. One time my dad yelled at me for making a mess and I cried. My mom then yelled at him and I cried more. I don't like yelling. It scares me. I don't know what to do when people yell at me.

My mom already talked to the school about my condition, making sure they understood it. My mom said they did and that I would have to go talk to a lady at the school once a week so they know that I'm doing good.

I love talking to new people since I don't get to do it often.

"Niall honey, dinner is ready dear!" My mom knocked softly on my door and left, I could hear her walking down the stairs.

I smiled, I loved food. It was so good and yummy!

I ran down the stairs and into the dining room just as my mom was setting the food on the table.

"Niall, honey, remember what I said about running?" My mother looked at me softly, knowing that I get scared easy.

I looked down and mumbled a apology. I wasn't allowed to run since I could fall and get hurt. I did once and I had to get stitches. Mom and dad were upset with me.

"This looks great mommy, thank you." I smiled at her and dug into my chicken pot pie. It was delicious.

"Honey are you absolutely sure that you want to go to school tomorrow?" My mother looked worried. I nodded. I wanted nothing more than to go to school and meet new people. Maybe I could actually have friends!

I told my mom this and she smiled, but I could still see the worry in her eyes.

After dinner, I cleaned up and got ready for bed.

As I laid down in my bed, all I could think about was tomorrow and making new friends. I smiled.

I slowly fell asleep with the smile still on my face.

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Zayn POV-

"Did you hear that we are getting a new student tomorrow? I overheard a teacher talking about it and apparently he has some condition. I bet he's retarded!" My best friend Harry laughed, taking the joint from me and taking a hit.

Harry and I have been friends since middle school, growing up right next door to each other. He was my partner in crime. We both bullied people in school, me with physical and Harry with emotional. We made a great team.

"Well then it looks like we have a new target." I laughed.

My phone rang. I looked at the screen and groaned, it was Perrie calling me again. For the fifth time in one hour.

"Is it Perrie again?" Harry laughed as soon as I nodded.

"I don't know why she keeps calling. Her week is up. She should know my rules man." I took a hit.

I was the biggest player in the school, next to Harry. I found a new play thing every week, dumping them at the end of the week. This week was a girl named Perrie Edwards. She was hot and a good fuck, but I'm over her. I might go for a guy this week. Yes, I am bisexual. No one gives a fuck since if they did, I would beat them up. Everyone wanted a piece of me. The only person I haven't fucked is Harry. Not because he's straight, he's bi too, but because he's my friend. That would just be weird.

"I need to get home man, big day tomorrow." Harry gave me a wave and left.

I sat in my room alone, my parents being on a business trip and my sisters at my grandparents house. It was lonely, but you get used to it.

I got ready for bed, slipping under the covers and thinking about tomorrow. What would the new kid be like?

I fell asleep with that last thought.