Nacho Average One Direction Story

Back in time: Sophomore Year

April

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     I rolled my eyes as I remembered the whispers floating around me as I walked through the hallway earlier today. People talk. They think I can't hear them or something, I swear.

     The reason they were talking was because after my track season last year when I had won the state competition for high jump, I "mysteriously disappeared." In reality, I had gone to Wisconsin for a summer long track and field skills camp. I had stayed with our family friends the Ryders and had a summer job at the Milwaukee County Zoo. It was one of my favorite summers ever. Everyone was all bothered that I didn't tell many people where I was going. Pretty much my only friend was Zac, though, and I had nobody else to tell.

     That was the other thing people gossiped about that involved me. Zac and I go to every dance together. That way I had someone to hang out with and he didn't have to go with the annoying girls that asked him. Zac was one of those people that just instantly became popular. He wasn't exceptionally attractive, though he was appealing, but it was his personality that made every boy want to be friends with him and every girl swoon. He was also nice, funny, athletic, caring, and smart, not to mention he was never less than a gentleman.

     I was so frusterated with myself. How perfect would it be if I had feelings for him? My best friend in the world would be the best boyfriend in the world. But as much as I tried, I couldn't get myself to like him like that. That is what everyone talked about. They always had some stupid notion that we were dating.

     Oddly enough, the better I got at high jump, the meaner my classmates got. They weren't bullies. They were inverse bullies. They simply ignored my existence completely. Which I was sort of okay with since I hated them all anyway. It was the principle of the thing, though. Why couldn't they just like me?

     When I asked Zac this, he always told me the same thing. "They don't understand how so much greatness could be in one human being." I would try to hide my smile and push him away. He always had the right thing to say, even if it sounded completely lame.

     "Biz, you look homeless," Zac commented as he walked into my bedroom, pulling me out of my analysis of the day at school. I laughed because I had just been thinking how good of a person he was, then he barges into my room, saying that.

     "I'm at my own house, loser. I can look however I want!" I shot back as I slouched in my bed and kept scrolling through my Twitter feed on my iPod. Zac jumped on my bed with me to look over my shoulder.

     "I will never get sick of your bed," he told me for the umpteenth million time.

     "He's mine," I growled.

     "How do you know it's a he?" Zac asked while raising an eyebrow.

     "It just felt right," I shrugged and he laughed. I repositioned myself so I was laying down on my stomach and my duvet cover was pulled up to my shoulders. Zac laid on top of me so he could keep reading over my shoulder.

     "Looks like we are dating again," I laughed as I pointed to a tweet from a gossip account with my thumb. Our high school had a bunch of dumb hookup accounts that made personal business everyone's business. They would eventually be shut down, but it was just a matter of time before another popped up.

     "You should have told me! I would have dressed up," Zac frowned. I could tell he was frowning simply from his voice.

     "You need to get off of me before I die. Then you wouldn't have anyone to date."

     "What about Mo?" He asked, referring to someone we knew that believed she was in love with Zac. She only pretended to like me because of him. She was delusional enough to think he liked her back, no matter how many times he, and others, told her he didn't.