First hour was a challenge. It was just my first day and I was already given books to study for a test. It was a good thing Ivy offered to help me, for I have no idea how this test is going to go.

Harry on the other hand wasn't as bad as I thought he'd be. He just sat in his little corner without making a sound. I couldn't care less, I tried to help him but apparently he doesn't appreciate what others can do for him.

The bell rung, first hour was over. I was both, happy and scared. Therefore, I didn't know where to go for my next class.

"Who you have for 3rd hour?" Ivy asked.

Once again, I handed her my schedule. We walked out of the classroom and took a turn to the left, slowly walking past the lockers.

I was too caught up with Ivy, I wasn't expecting a large figure to shadow over me, soon to whisper in my ear, "I don't need your help."

I didn't have time to properly get a good look of his face as he quickly walked right past me. I was shocked.

"Oh my God!" Ivy exclaimed. "What was all that for?"

I swiftly turned around, watching him walk away and then disappear in the sea of people.

All my mouth could processes was, "I don't know."

***

Ivy walked me to class. Turns out that Visual Arts was just a few doors down from hers. I thanked her and waved her goodbye. Too bad now I have to wait until 7th hour to see her again- Harry too.

I was glad I want late again, this time I was actually pretty early.

The classroom was filled with colorful paintings, it was a huge room with a wide open space. There were multiple square tables in two rows where I'd say about four people could sit at. There were only about 5 out of 10 tables that still had a place open to sit on.

I left the seats alone and rushed over to find the teacher. Maybe this one won't be as bad as the last one and maybe will pick a seat for me.

"Excuse me?" I asked walking towards the supply closet where I heard all this rumbling noise coming from.

"Yes?" A soft voice spoke.

"Hi, Ms. Roman? My name is Leah Horan and I'm new to this school. It says here I have you right now." I informed.

I waited a few moments before some more rumbling happened and a crazy colorful lady walked out. She was really getting in the spirit of being an art teacher.

"Hi, there. Welcome to Springfield High, I'm as you know, Ms. Roman. And may I say, welcome to art!" She cheerfully spoke.

I wasn't sure where to look at, there was so much going on in her outfit. She had on a light blue dress with the sleeves up to her elbows. Around the shirt of the dress, she had layers and layers of Crayola markers. And in the top of her blond hair, she had a blue head band with a Crayola crayon box glued to it.

"Thank you." I spoke, still looking at her creative outfit. She could be a perfect sponsor for that Crayola company. It'd sure bring them money.

I heard the warning bell ring, slowly, more and more students walked in, filling up the seats.

"Um, do you need to see my schedule?" I asked following behind her to her desk.

"That's okay, I already see your name on my roster." She looked up, "Please, take a seat anywhere you'd like." She pointed out to the classroom before looking back down at her roster.

I turned around, not sure where to sit at. Another thing I noticed is that there's sadly no one I knew here from Robert's little group of guys.

I guess I'm on my own to find some new friends.

My feet lead me to an empty table in the back of the room, cautious no one sat here. I took a seat with my bag on the table. Hastily shuffling through my books to find the a pen or pencil.

All of a sudden, I felt a tap on my shoulders. I was frozen still towards the manly voice.

"You're in my seat."

I slowly dropped everything in my hands onto the bag, taking a moment to turn around. The tall figure that shadowed over me wasn't no stranger.

"Zayn!"

He immediately started to smile, taking a seat on the stool next to me and dropping his bag onto the floor.

"Oh, sorry. Here, take your seat back." I started to collect my belongings but his hand stopped me.

"That's okay, that wasn't my seat anyways. I was just joking with you to see if you'd get scared." He smiled, "And you did."

We shared a laugh as I placed everything back down. I really was scared, with a voice like his, he could scare anyone. I was glad at least I had him.

"So I see you have crazy art lady." He chuckled.

"Don't say that." I smiled looking up to her. "She's being herself. And I think it's pretty neat she wears that to work."

"She wears a crazy outfit everyday. Don't you think that's kind of odd?" He joked.

All of a sudden, another familiar figure took a seat in front of me. A smile shined brightly across his face. "Well if it isn't Little Miss Leah Horan!"

"Hi Scott." I smiled.

"You have this class too?" He asked launching his bag over on the empty spot next to him of the table.

"Yeah." I smiled.

"Cool. So how are you liking Springfield High?" He asked.

"Its Good." I looked at both of them.

Zayn looked at me with a curious expression. I didn't know if I should be afraid or not.

"Who did you have first hour?" He asked.

I grew worried with the answer I had to give him. I'm sure he knows exactly who also had that class but I guess he wanted to hear it coming from me.

"Umm...Mr. Kallen, Geometry."

Scott immediately looked at Zayn with wide eyes, "Hey, isn't that Harry's first hour too?"

Zayn nodded before looking back at me. "Yeah, I heard he walked you to class and you saved his ass from getting a Saturday detention."

Scott looked at me wide eyed, I guess he didn't hear about it.

"Wait, what happened!?"

I saw that Zayn was getting ready to explain to him but I knew it was going to be a matter of seconds before he gets the entire story mixed up so I took matters in my own hands and interrupted him.

"Actually, I was late this morning and so was Harry. The guidance counselor saw we had first hour together so she told him to take me to class so that was he doesn't get a Saturday."

Zayn and Scott looked at each other, soon bursting out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Harry doesn't like people defending him, he's stubborn like that." Zayn tried to hold in his laugh.

"Why?" I wondered.

Zayn and Scott immediately started to calm themselves down, finding my talk not to humorous for them anymore. They coughed, looking away our back down at the table.

I was going to say something but Scott beat me to it, "You see Leah, don't take this personal or anything," He looked over at Zayn, "But we can't really talk about him."

"Or any of us, as a matter of fact." Zayn pointed out nodding his head.

This town is full of mystery. Some mystery I'm not too sure I want to know about.

Ignoring the fact that they don't want to talk about it, I looked back up to see that Ms. Roman was already starting the class.

"Sorry I'm late, Ms. Roman!" The class room for swung open just as the teacher was about to speak.

In through the door entered a tall brunette girl with dark brown eyes. Her cheeks we light pink, makeup coming heavy on her face. She wore a pair of jeans with a loose pink tank top that showed her black bra beneath.

Great, another mystery to follow along with.

"Who's that?" I asked, slightly leaning into Zayn so my whisper didn't come out to loud.

"That's Makayla Ross, her Daddy owns the school."

I looked back at her, the look she gave me wasn't very pleased.

"Someone sounds spoiled." I chuckled.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go near her." Scott warned, "That girl has more power than some of the teachers here and if you get on her bad side, all hell breaks loose."

I looked at him, taking one last glance up at her as she made her way to the table next to us.

"Can't imagine a guy that'd want to go out with her ." I joked looking at both of them.

It seemed as if I was the only one laughing because Scott and Zayn weren't. I furrowed my eyebrows, completely unaware if they didn't understand my joke or it wasn't funny at all.

"Actually, she has a boyfriend." Scott corrected me.

I looked back at Zayn.

"Harry." He nodded.

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HAPPY NEW YEARS, LOVELIES! HOPE THIS YEAR TURNS OUT TO BE BETTER THAN THE LAST c: