James Hobbs' School for Troubled Boys (Old Version)

JHS4TB- Intro pt. One

This first part is written by Sarah, so complements to her. :) <3

The introduction will have four parts, keep that in mind because all of these are the backgrounds of out main characters. :) <3

Tumblr link is in the external part! :)

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Summary:

A school is means many things to many different people. Some people see school as a jail cell, someplace where they are forced to be until they graduate. Some people see school as their safe haven, to others it is a social event and to some it is a place to learn. The boys of dorm room 1D, all feeling differently about the school, the boys' ages between fifteen and eighteen. All the boys need friends though, they need someone to help them feel special, they need each other because once the school year starts, your stuck there until summer holiday. (Larry/Lourry Stylinson and Nosh Deran)

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Zayn P.O.V (Thinking while on plane- four years ago.)

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I can't get the face my mum made when  she found out, found the secret I tried so hard to hide from her. That's when she yelled and asked me, ''Zayn, are you bloody doing marijuana in that damn room?'' Shit she can't find out, they'll kick me out, I'll be homeless. Where would i go?

"No mum, I don't do drugs." I answered, panicking inside my head because I had my bowl and lighter out. I knew weed had a smell, how could I not when I smoke it almost everyday, needing to have the feeling I was flying to get through a normal day in my house. 

"Ok Zayn, you win now but just wait.' She screamed, footsteps sounding down the hall from my room, coming closer and closer. Shit what do I do? So I hid my bowl under my bed and got the text book, that was sitting on my floor next to my bed then I sat on my bed, like that's what I had been done this whole time. 

"Mum, come in, I know your out there. Don't make me come get you... And I mean it!" I yelled out to the hall, where she was standing because her shadow was visible from under my door.

"Im so sorry, baby, I thought I smelt smoke. I could have sworn it was coming from in here or so I thought." She said smiling at me as she opened up the door, seeing me "studying" on my bed like a good boy. 

"No, mum, no smoke in here, I don't do drugs." I looked up from my text book, from I class I didn't even know I was taking, interesting. She was staring at me, her nose in the air, as if she was trying to sniff the marijuana out. Shit, she's onto me, she knows I'm doing drugs. What do I do? Zayn, stop, if you keep thinking about it or you'll let the cat out of the bag. Haha, never thought I would say that, it was so old. 

"Ok, Zayn but when your dad comes home we, as me and him, are going to come in here and go though everything in here. To see what you're not telling us but baby, you can tell me and I won't be upset, you'll just go to an all boys school." An all boys school? Where the fuck did that come from, left field? On a first my first offense, like seriously, maybe I wasn't the only one on drugs.  What should I tell her? Yes, mum I've been doing weed for years, I started when I was 16 and now I'm 18. 

"I don't have anything but if I did you wouldn't send me to an all boys school, you can't I'M GAY! I love penisesssss, they'll kill me, do you want that on your conscience?' Playing the gay card was the best thing to do ( Yes,  Zayn Malik, me was/is gay) but she doesn't believe me because I've had a lot of girlfriends. I only dated girls, so people wouldn't call me gay and I wasn't to terms with my sexuality.

"Zayn, you're not gay, you had all those girlfriends.' Fuck, I wish she would just leave but she just continued to stand there with her hand on my door knob.