Tell Me a Lie (A One Direction FanFiction) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 4: The First Day (part 2)

Chapter 4

Kira POV

Science class with Harry was much more fun than I thought it would be. We had to pair up in groups of two and he asked me, so I couldn't exactly turn him down. All of our experiments were an epic fail, I must admit, but we had lots of fun. I love this school.

"So, I'll see you later alright?" says Harry as we leave the classroom.

"For sure," I smile, walking away.

I step to the side of the hallway and check my timetable: English class, Room 206. Where on earth was that? Sadly, Jaclyn and I only shared one class together today and I'm not sure whether I'll see Niall, Liam...or quiff-boy there. I want to make it up to quiff-boy, and yet I'm afraid to do so. Upon coming here my confidence was reduced to zero but my new friends brought it back up. What more can I ask for?

"Kira,"

I spin around to find Liam, but this time he isn't smiling.  "Oh...hi,"

"What do you have now?" he asks, still without his usual smile.

"Erm...English-"

"Well, please for my sake can you not bother Zayn? He has English as well and I just calmed him down," Liam says curtly before walking off.

I'm left dumbfounded. Who is this "Zayn"? And why is Liam being an arse right now? This always happens: whenever I think I've made a friend they always turn their back on me. It was the same with Alex. He seemed like the perfect boyfriend for me...but then she showed me his true colours; he took off his mask. Now that I think about it, Liam was exactly how Alex was when I first met him, kind and caring. Maybe Liam will turn out exactly how Alex did...

I notice quiff-boy rush off, carrying his knapsack, and follow him. According to Liam, "Zayn" was in my class...but I have no idea who this "Zayn" is. Perhaps he's quiff-boy.

"Erm...Zayn?" I yell and he looks back.

"So, you finally learnt my name," he remarks, examining me and stopping.

"Look, Zayn," I start once again. "I'm so sorry for calling you that earlier...I didn't know what your name was so I just called you that by mistake. I didn't mean it, honest,"

Zayn nods slowly. "Alright, I believe you,"

"Okay, you want to start fresh?" I ask, holding my hand out. "My name's Kira, what's your name?"

He smiles, holding on to my hand and shaking it. "My name's Zayn. It's nice to meet you Kira,"

"My pleasure," I smile, and we head off to English together.

Zayn leads the way and we pass by numerous doors until we arrive at a plain wooden one. He takes a shaky breath and enters the room, me trailing behind him curiously.

"Hey jackass!" smirks a girl in the classroom. "Finally got a girlfriend eh?"

The class explodes with laughter and I'm feeling helpless once again. Zayn and I head to the back of the classroom and I sit behind him. I find myself staring at his distinct quiff again. The teacher enters the room after a while and everyone stops mocking us.

"As you all may know, today we're going to start our poetry unit," announces the teacher.

The class groans, including myself, but I notice Zayn jump up excitedly in his seat.

"By the end of this unit I expect a marvelous piece of work by the each of you. You may begin,"

I stare at my blank sheet of paper, wondering what the heck I should write about. Zayn has already started, scribbling madly on his paper, writing line after line. I lean forward and whisper in his ear.