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c. 1

Chapter One

"Football!" Louis yelled at the top of his lungs while Zayn winced.

Louis decided to bother us this lunch break and so he sat with me on Zayn's usual table. He didn't seem to mind, though. He looked calm about it. Then again, Zayn is mostly a calm type. That type to keep himself in his own serenity, but also one who knew how to get along with people. That's what's good about him, really. He could befriend everyone he meets because he's nice, yet he just chooses to stay with me.

"I'd steal your spotlight," I humored.

He rolled his eyes at me and threw a grape to my face, which I caught with my right hand. "If there's one thing you're shit at, it's got to be that."

"Then why did you suggest it?"

"To mess with your feelings," he replied.

"If there's one thing you're shit at, it's got to be at being a good friend." I mocked, catching yet another grape being thrown at me. "Goddamn it, Louis, you might as well leave if all you'll be doing is assaulting me with fruits." He threw his hands up and watched Zayn sketch in his notebook.

"How about basketball?" Louis asked.

"For the third time, Lou," I sighed at my best friend, "I don't like basketball. You repeating it is just...superfluous."

"Don't knock it until you try it."

"Have you tried lacrosse?" Zayn was the one who spoke up this time and I shook my head, "Is it any good?" He shrugged, "It seems like an unappreciated sport, but it intrigues me in a way. Could be fun. Plus, Luke over here is part of the team. He could help you." I smiled at him and stuck my tongue out at my overly flamboyant friend, "Zayn's reasonings will always overshadow yours."

He slumped back in mock defeat, "I still look better."

And that was when everyone -aside from Louis and Zayn- in the table dared to laugh at Louis Tomlinson.

"The lad could be a model and you'd just be the gawking photographer," Ashton blurted out, receiving a ticked off glare from the football player. "He wouldn't. He wears funky geek glasses," Louis remarked and we laughed even louder, possibly grabbing the attention of the whole cafeteria.

I smirked at the raven haired boy. It wasn't that he was hiding it, he just wasn't announcing it either. In certain circumstances, just like this one, he might as well say it. There's no shame in it.

May I just say, his abs are... [smiley face].

No homo.

I watched him shrug, ever so casually. "I do a bit of modeling, actually."

I could've sworn I hear Louis' jaw drop to the floor and his heart rate speed up faster than a triathlete's while running. "What?" He looked at me, "What?"

"What?" I asked smugly.

"What?" Luke joined in.

Louis eyed us all. "What?"

"What?" Ashton spoke up.

"Okay, what the fuck is up with you people?" Zayn questioned, giving each of us pointed looks. "I thought we agreed on never taking drugs unless they're for medical purposes?" I guffawed at this. Leave it to Zayn to joke about something and still make it sound so intellectual.

Louis seemed to compose himself, "Model for what? A math magazine?"

"Oh my god," Luke gasped and doubled over laughter while Ashton patted his back sympathetically. "Dear Luke over here lost his sense of humor. Thanks a lot, Louis."