Love Twist

Chapter 1 - New Friends

(Emma's P.O.V.)

We walked in the doors expecting everyone to stare at the new girls with the funny accents but no one did. They were too focused on something else. "Who are they?" Emily said in a voice that told me she wanted nothing more than to walk over there and get her "flirt" on. "One Direction. Yummy, huh?" Steph said with a giggle and nudged Em. "Well four of them. Louis is done with school."

I looked over. They were okay but nothing to drool over. "Meh. Probably more hype than anything else. Most likely can't sing either." Stephanie gasped so loudly I jumped. "Come here now!" She yanked out her phone and shoved a headphone in my ear. "What song is this?" Emily, who had grabbed the other headphone, asked.

"Stole My Heart." I nodded, impressed. "I take that back. They're good."

"See!" Stephanie jumped up and down. "I looooove them!" The bell rang, telling us to go to class. "Bye! See you at lunch!" We all yelled over our shoulders.

Maybe we shouldn't hang out as much. I thought, outwardly laughing at our unison statement.

I walked into my History class, scared by all of the people I didn't know. The tardy bell rang as I was sitting in a seat in the back. I had just taken out my pencil and notebook out of my backpack when some kid ran into the class, knocking my backpack over and spilling its contents everywhere. "Oh, so sorry, Love!"

"It's OK." I sheepishly said as I got out of my seat to help him pick up my stuff. "Thankfully, these organs go back in easily." He said. I laughed. "Ya."

"Mr. Malik! Knocking over Ms. Maddisonn's things only helped to show how late you were!"

"I know!" He yelled over his shoulder. "He already apologized! So it's all good!" The teacher looked at me funny. "Alright. I won't mark you tardy either, since it's the first day." I stuck out my thumb. "Cool beans!" Everyone started snickering.

Oh. UK. Not US.

I could feel my face turn red and zipped up my backpack. "Thanks." I mumbled to "Mr. Malik" and sat in my seat. He slipped into the seat in front of me and the girls around me glared.

Well, this year should go great.

I looked down at my desk, only to find a not with "Miss Madison :)" written on it. I slowly opened it and read:

"So, Miss Madison, what's your actual name? I didn't catch it over Mr. Johnston's yelling. Oh, and you're welcome. (I heard your thank you)"

I looked up to make sure Mr. Johnston was still droning about rules and then I replied.

"Well, Mr Malick, first of all it's Maddisonn, not Madison. :) And my name is Emma. What's yours?"

I kept my eyes glued on the teacher as I reached my hand up over Mr. Malik's shoulder to hand him the note. He took it from my hand and opened it. I could see his shoulders shake with silent laughter as he read it.

The girl diagonal to me saw me saw me hand him the note and scribbled me one of her own. She, however, was not so nice and threw it at my face as Mr. Malik turned to hand me his note. Her note hit me and fell on my desk. Mr. Malik saw her dirty look at me and took the note off of my desk to read it. I saw the girl turn bright red as he read it and I had to hold my laughter in. I picked up Mr. Malik’s note and opened it.

“It’s Malik. Zayn Malik.”

I got hit in the face by another note Zayn threw at me. I opened it too see it was from the girl.

“Stay away from my man, stupid American. You’re way out of your league.”

I giggled at what Zayn had replied.

“You know, you’re not the only girl that’s tried to claim me. Sorry, but your attitude makes the fact that you’re pretty worth nothing.”

“Ms. Maddisonn, do you want to share with the class?” I started at my teacher yelling at me.

“Nope, but thank you for asking.” I said with a smile which made the class laugh.

“Just to make sure you were paying attention, are you allowed gum in this class?” My stomach flipped but then I saw the blonde cutie next to Zayn mouthing ‘no’. “No we are not.” I said with confidence. “And why not?” I looked at the boy again as he pointed at the bottom of his desk. “Because people here are just as gross as in the US and put it under the desks and chairs.” He gave me an “I’m-watching-you” look and continued droning. I mouthed a thank you to the blonde boy and he smiled, making my stomach fill with butterflies. I looked back at my notes and responded to Zayn’s:

“You sound like James Bond. -Insert giggle-“

And the girl’s:

“You can have him.”

I threw hers and handed his and waited. “You may now talk.” Sweet. Zayn turned around laughing and pointed at the note. “Why?” he laughed. “Well, I couldn’t laugh again could I?” We both laughed. I turned and saw the blonde boy turned towards Zayn. “Hey, thanks. I’d be so dead if you hadn’t helped me.” I smiled at him. “Well, that would’ve been a bad impression of the UK if I had let you die.” He laughed, which just made my stomach flop even worse. “I’m Niall.” He reached out his hand and I shook it. “Emma.”

“Nice job knocking over her stuff, mate.” He said as he punched Zayn. “Hey, it was not on purpose.” They both laughed and I sat there awkwardly. “Wait, you really didn’t know us before?” Zayn asked. I shook my head. “We’re in One Direction.” Niall said.

Great. I just friended two guys of a huge band. And one of them’s cute! The girls are gunna love me now.

I was about to respond but the bell rang, saving my butt.

(Zayn’s P.O.V.)

I watched Emma walk out and couldn’t help letting out a sigh. She was just so beautiful. “Let’s go, loverboy.” Niall nudged me. I grabbed my backpack and walked to my English class. I stepped in the room and saw one of my friends, so I walked over to sit by her. She saw me and smiled. “Hey, Zayn. How has your summer been?”

“Pretty good.” I said with a smile. “but today was great.”

“Why’s that?” I could feel my face grow red. “Well, I met this really pretty girl. Her name is Emma. She’s the exchange student. Real sweet girl.” I smiled. “I’ll have to introduce you.”

“OK.” She smiled a strangely tense smile and turned to face the front.

The teacher, sadly, talked for the whole class. The bell finally rang and I headed off to my last class before lunch. “Bye, Zayn!” I heard my friend yell at me. “Goodbye, Clara! See you later!”