Back to December || n.h.

02

Niall was actually okay with this school, unlike the one he had went to before. This school was isolated, and kept it's antique appearance looking pristine. All of his classes were in separate buildings, though, and he had none with Arlington. He hadn't seen her since she had run off earlier that morning, late to her first class which she said was chemistry. Niall had opted out of chemistry though, having already took it in high school. This school didn't make him want to kill himself, and he was actually suprised by that.

Arlington sighed, sitting in her second to last class of the day, with five minutes left until they were released. Creative writing had seemed fun when she had signed up for it with her best friend, but now it was getting old. The classes at the school were always small, this one only having no more than 40 kids in it. They were working on a prompt at the moment, one that Arlington hadn't even bothered to start in the two hours they had been there. She sat at her desk tapping her pencil at a steady rhythm, the noise of the classroom drowning out her own.

"What are you writing about?" Hunter, her best friend that she had signed up for this class with, turned to face her, clicking her pen closed. Arlington shrugged at the golden haired girl, crumpling up the piece of lined paper in front of her and tossing it at Hunter. Flinching away from the crumbled up ball, Hunter rolled her eyes, smiling slightly. "You didn't even start, did you?" Arlington returned the smile.

"Yup." Arlington brushed a strand of hair out of her face, glancing towards the clock on the wall above the door. Mr. Forbes, their teacher, was half deaf and blind, making him an amazing teacher. He stood at the front of the room, his inch-thick glasses pushed down on the brim of his nose, as he was reading a book so old you couldn't read the faded cover.

"Class dismissed." Mr. Forbes grumbled, almost unheard by the students sitting close to him. Arlington heaved herself up off the seat, following suit of everyone else in the class. Hunter came to stand by her, matching her footsteps with Arlington's.

"New room mate yet?" Hunter looked up and made eye contact with Arlington, her green eyes tracing the circles plainly displayed under Arlington's eyes. Arlington tore her eyes away from hers, huffing and latching her hands around the straps of her bags, seeing Hunter smile out of the corner of her vision.

"Yeah. You have to meet him yourself." Hunter rolled her eyes lightly at Arlington's response, bumping her slimmer hip into Arlington's.

"Dish."

"He's really attractive." Arlington spun completely around, grabbing Hunter's wrist with both of her hands. Hunter stood frozen in front of her, looking over Arlington's taller shoulder in a haze.

"Who's really attractive?" Arlington jumped as Niall wrapped his arm around her head, pulling her body into his.

"Um, Silas. Yeah, our friend Silas." Niall let go of her head, turning to face the pretty blonde who had answered. "I'm Hunter by the way."

"Niall."

"Nice meeting you Niall." The blonde girl, Hunter, waved at him and slapped Arlington on the arm, winking at her as she walked away.

"Silas?" Niall asked Arlington as soon as Hunter was out of hearing range. Arlington smacked him on the back of the head, already knowing what he was curious of.

"He's real."

"And so is the fact that Twilight is my favorite book."

"Could be." This time it was Niall's turn to smack Arlington on the back of the head. Arlington rolled her eyes, bending down to lace up one of her boots that had come untied. "What class do you have next?" She stood up, watching as Niall pulled out a crumpled out schedule from his back pocket.