Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I push the thought to the back of my mind and place my bag against the wall in the back corner of the classroom. I sit down next to my bag, resting my legs out in front of me. I rub my cold fingers on my thighs, trying to warm them both up simultaneously but to no avail. I reach into my bag, grabbing out a pair of headphones, my phone, sketchbook and sketching pencils. I continue to work on a sketch of mine.

For the most part, I resort to the internet for drawing ideas, and this is one of those. I'm drawing a picture of Zayn Malik from One Direction. The picture is inspired by a drawing of him that I saw on Pinterest a few days previously and really loved.

As I continue my work on the sketch, mostly focusing on finishing the detail of his hair, I hear the loud, obnoxious bell ring throughout the halls, alerting everyone that there are only three minutes until the second bell rings, signaling the start of class. I ignore everything around me and completely encompass myself in my drawing as the class fills in. Everyone grabs their chairs and scoots them together, forming one large group to work in.

Once the second bell rings, I quickly glance up and take a look around the room. Everyone in the class is here, already talking and bragging about what they received for Christmas from their families. I look back to my drawing, only looking back up when the sound of the door opening echoes throughout the room only a few minutes later. 

The sound of multiple people ascending the stairs greets my ears and I look up in confusion, only to see that the people who had just stepped into the room have been my idols for the past two years. One Direction, originating on the X Factor UK, are standing in the room, looking at the class.

"Good mornin', guys!" Liam says, clapping his hands to gain the attention of the class. 

"I don't even understand why we're doing this, mate. We didn't even finish school; what reason do we have to promote education?" I hear Zayn complain to Harry, who just shrugs his shoulders. 

"Because Management wants us to."

The boys introduce themselves to the class, and after reading the email from Mr. Addams, they hand out the worksheets to the large group. Of course, Tyler is the one passing the worksheets around. He notices me sitting against the wall in the back and smirks, walking back to Liam, all of the extra worksheets in hand. 

"Did everyone get a worksheet?" Liam asks.

Tyler nods his head swiftly, placing the worksheets on the large music stand that the band teacher uses to store sheet music. Tyler goes back to his seat, smirking and winking at me as he walked past.

I sigh, knowing that I will have to go and grab the worksheets myself. I stand up from my position in the back, walking towards the music stand where the worksheets had been placed. Last second, I catch a foot slide in front of me and I quickly move out of the way, nearly tripping myself in the process.

Now flustered, I reach the music stand and grab one of each worksheet, ignoring the glances I see the boys giving me out of the corner of my eye. I quickly walk back to my spot, avoiding stepping anywhere the class can reach with their feet, in order to not get tripped. 

I sit down, my legs crossed underneath me in a crisscross-applesauce style. I close my sketchbook, placing the worksheets on top of it, in order to have something to write on. I grab a normal pen from my bag and begin to work on the assignment.

After nearly four hours of doing the worksheets and listen to the class goof off around me, I hear Louis stand up and clap his hands. 

"Alright, it's time for lunch break, isn't it?" 

Before he can say anything else, the class has stood up and are quickly filing out of the room. I put down my worksheets and stand up, stretching my arms out behind me. I follow the last person out of the room and into the long hallway leading back towards the gym.