The Down Low [EDITING]

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A hand is slammed against my books causing them to fall on the floor; making an incredibly loud sound. Even though it was probably the only sound in this area of the school no one dared to turn around and help me. See the people in my school are very scared of my 'bully' Zayn Malik, they wouldn't dare to speak up to him or help his victim which in this case would be me. Oh and I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lauren Jauregui, and let the story begin.

I got on the floor picking up my books trying to get all my books together before I was late to class. I can't afford to be late to anything. I'm one of the top students in this school. Only, because I really want a scholarship to a Ivy League School; maybe Yale or Princeton. My family has been struggling with me, my sister, and my brother, so I try my best to do good in school.

I sat down in my seat next to my best friend, Camila Cabello. "So, I saw you and Harry flirting again." I smirked

"Lolo, we were not flirting!" I could see her cheeks heating up. If you put a tomato right next to her cheeks, you would see no difference.

"You guys were very very close together." I said nudging her with my elbow gently "Maybe you, me, Harry, and my boyfriend could go on a date together." As soon as those words shot out my mouth Camila gave me the dirtiest look.

"I love you and all, but Lolo, your boyfriend is an asshole. A major asshole."

"That's not true. Just yesterday we both watched a movie!" I said defending my love life.

"Oh, really? Was this movie in your basement again, or an actual movie theater where people can notice your existence."

"Camz, if you hate him so much then just just forget it." I said right before the teacher walked in.

Well the bell had rung cueing everyone to leave to their next period. See since I do so well in school, and various other kids that do as well as me, we get to leave early. We other need to attend a few major classes, Math, English, and Gym, and then we were home free.

I walked to my locker putting my code, but as soon as I open it; my locker met the familiar hands of Zayn closing them. I turn around to see none other than Zayn high fiving his idiot friends. If you ask me I don't understand it he's one of the top students here.