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" Excuse me but this is not a place were you can walk in and walk out whenever you want ! " Mr Sherman said angrily .

" Didn't want to disturb you sir " I heard one of the guys say sarcastically . There was something different about his accent it wasn't American .That's when I looked up and saw two guys already inside the class ready to take their seats . I took the time to study their appearance . They were obviously the British lads that were topic of discussion in the school .

The first guy I saw had these ocean blue eyes that were simply gorgeous , silky hair that covered his head but was not long enough to cover his gorgeous eyes , he has thin ,red lips  . He wore tight black jeans and a white shirt with a black and white picture on it . His arms were covered with tattoos .  The most prominent one was a compass . Overall he looked like the type of person Victoria would hang out with . The heart breaker type but I didn't want to label him so fast for all I know he could be a sweet , funny guy like Jess .

The guy next to him looked very cute . He had chocolate brown eyes like mine , soft brown hair  that I really wish I had . The guy had a very cute smile . He was probably smiling at the girl who was shamelessly looking at him with her mouth wide open like she just met the guy from her dreams .He wore  tight dark blue jeans with a plain black t shirt . He had tattoos as well . I saw a black rose tattoo on his arms . It was honestly astounding and scary how just some permanent black ink could make you look even more hot. But that doesn't mean you need to have it. I mean we are just seventeen . But his body his choice .

" Whatever just introduce yourselves and make it brief "  Mr Sherman said clearly annoyed by the new boys interrupting his class .

The two guys walked to the teachers table and turned around to face the class . " hello . I'm Louis Tomlinson . I just moved here from London a few days back  " his said in a thick British accent .  "Also never call me Lewis or I'll break your stupid faces " he smiled without his teeth  and walked back to his seat .I could tell by his voice he was the one that sassed to Mr Sherman earlier .

" Um hi I'm Liam Payne . I actually just moved into the neighborhood a few days back  . I'm British as well but I moved to California a year back " he said . His accent wasn't as thick as Louis though it was nice to hear . " And I hope I graduate with flying colors " everybody burst into a fit of laughter  and even I couldn't stop the small smile that had formed on my lip . ' Graduate with flying colors' was a frequent phrase my principle used . Everybody made fun of it and surprisingly some teachers too .It had become compulsory the new students know about it too . Mr. Sherman frowned at the two short yet funny introductions .Liam had already taken a seat next to a brunette in the back while Mr Sherman continued reading the chapter and I eventually zoned out .

The class finally ended and Mr Sherman just asked us to read the chapter .I left class and walked to my locker . I was so tired I just wanted to go home and sleep . I was mentally whining and had to force myself to the next class . I didn't see Jesse which disappointed  me a little but I was gonna see him at lunch anyways . I put my books in my locker and got my history books .

In the process something fell . Something that made my eyes go wide and bring back a familiar pain in my chest NO!NO! don't see it eve ! just keep it back inside and forget about it !  my mind screamed . I bent down and picked up the picture I forced myself to look the other way and hurl it deep inside my locker so I could never see it again but I failed . My eyes ultimately fell on him  and the huge smile plastered on his face that could make you smile for no reason , he looked genuinely delighted , his eyes were dancing with happiness like absolutely  nothing could ruin his happiness . I miss him . I miss him so much even though I know I shouldn't .The pain in my chest only grew and soon my memories took over my mind . No ! this can't be happening it shouldn't  a part of me that wanted to move on screamed . However it was too late events from that night were playing in my head .

" Oh god ! I can't anymore " I cried in laughter with my hands buried in the bowl of popcorn next to me . Vines were the best they never get old  !

" Please Please stop ! don't your better than this  ! I'm sorry  I really am Please forgive me Please !  " I heard a sob "NO DON'T ! " I jumped out of bed at the sound of a sharp high pitched scream  . The laughter I had on my face drained out completely  when I heard the scream .STOP ! PLEASE ! . I ran downstairs as fast as I could an-

I forced myself out of my thoughts . Tears blurred my vision and were streaming down my face . I still remember how my laughing turned into agony in just a matter of seconds .  I hate him .I will never forgive him  for what he did  . It may have not been all his fault but everybody he loved and cared for blamed him . I hurled the picture to the back of my locker . This picture only brought back  unpleasant memories that I had buried and were meant to be forgotten and only opened my closed scars that took  me so much time to heal  . I wiped my tears and drank some water from the bottle inside my locker to compose myself . I put on a fake smile to seem like I didn't just cry a few minutes back .Luckily the school hallway was empty and everybody were in their classes . I looked at my watch and my eyes were bulging out of sockets . Crap ! I'm late and I don't even have a reason .

I ran to my history class tensed and anxious to what my teacher would say . I barged inside my class with my hair covering my entire face except from my right eye . Mrs . Miller narrowed her eyes at me once she saw me and I managed to give her a small smile . " why are you so late ?" she asked . Her tone was mix of anger and coldness .

" Well I - uh  w-was in the -um washroom . Yes ! I was in the washroom " she looked unsure but knew it was waste of time talking to me .

" This is the last warning . Next time you won't be that lucky ! " she said

" yes ma'am" I walked to the front seat and sat down . Mrs. Miller continued class and I as usual zoned out staring at my book .  My thoughts seemed to be occupied by British boys. I wonder how the other guys looked  ? why did they all come together ? I mean it looked like Liam and Louis have know each other for quite some time . what if all of them weren't British ? that would be a shocker . (note the sarcasm)

Class ended pretty soon and I took my time to gather my books . I was about to leave when Mrs Miller called me . I walked over to her desk and fidgeted with my fingers nervous and scared at what she had to tell me  " I don't want you late again Miss.Jones . You are a good student and I don't  want you to involve yourself or become  like the rich students here who can easily get a good job with a good salary through money " she said

"Its Wright not Jones" I said sternly . I will never be a Jones even if my mother marries that halfwit Mark hopefully she doesn't ." however I'm really sorry mam. I'll make sure this won't happen again and I won't  involve myself with them either . They are not the kind of people I hang out with and I'm  pretty sure they don't want to hang out with me either " I said. At first she looked taken aback by my anger but finally gave me a small nod with that I left class . Mrs .Miller maybe cold and rude but deep down she cared for all her students equally and wanted the best for them . She wasn't made fun of that much but she wasn't very liked either .

 I opened my locker to put my books when something fell out of my locker . It landed on the floor and I bent to pick it up . It looked like a small note . who would even write to me ? completely baffled by the letter I decided to read it anyways . I opened it .

 " You can fool a bunch of losers here but you can't fool me love . I saw it I saw it all "  x 

I froze in my spot I couldn't move  . It was like my legs were glued to the spot . who knew ?  what did they know ? Did they see me cry ? . Millions of questions flooded my mind . I was petrified . This person probably saw me break down in front of my locker .How ? I clearly remember the hallways were empty when the event took place . What frightened me the most  was that this person knew what could bring me pain . Nobody not even my mother knew about the pain I had been through . She never knew about my scars and intend on keeping it that way however a random person could see it and they could even use it against me . I looked around hoping I could find this person .It knew it was dumb of me but fear overtook my body . I shoved the letter inside my locker angry and stressed because of the letter and practically ran to my next class .

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