Harrys POV~~

I glanced towards Louis who was sitting in his seat on the other side of Liam. His mouth was slighty open and was squinting his eyes, looking closely at Sarah. "So it isn't just me?" I whispered and he marginally turned his head in my direction. "yeah..." He replied, keeping his eyes on her.

She doesn't look right at all. She looks like she had been crying. and....her face was discolored. Not just from the juice she spilled...but the top part of her head, and all around her eyes weren't....right.

Nialls POV~~

Many girls began entering and I felt a rush. So many girls! and they weren't all there to see us! I saw Sarah enter and I looked over towards Harry to watch his "Sarah grin" return to his face. I know, its weird...but he has this smile he only gives her. Its really cool. But his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked upset. I turned my head, still continuing to watch Harry and nudged Zayn. "hey." He turned his head to me and I nodded towards Harry. He immediately looked to where Harry was watching and squinched his eyes as well.

Zayns POV~~

Oh my God. Whats wrong with her??

Sarah POV~~(15 mins before)

After leaving the boys I dug around in my locker for my freeforms. I didn't take them home...so I knew they should be here. " Looking for these, sexy?" I turned around. Tim.

"Yeah." I said, reaching for them. He raised my shoes higher, "Nuh uh uh." He said wagging his finger at me. I rolled my eyes. "Seriously Tim. Leave me the hell alone and give me back my bloody shoes!"He raised his eyebrows. "Bloody?" Said a high pitched, bitchy voice. I sighed turning to see Brittany, joining Tim in causing my torment. "Well, if you don't stop trying to seduce my brother, then maybe that can be arranged." "What?" I sighed. I don't feel like playing their games. My eyes rotated to Tim, who winked at me, smirking.

"Seriously Brittany, I don't know what the hell your asshole of a brother told you, but I have never...and will neeeeever try to seduce him." I said, emphasising 'never'. She glowered at me. Her eyes, dark as her heart. "Don't you," she slammed me against my locker. Well. doesn't this bring back memories. "....dare call him that." She hissed at me. I smirked, showing the tips of my teeth. "What? Asshole? Douche? Son of a bitch?" I smiled thinking of my last come back." or shall I say, brother of a bitch?" Her chest rose she pursed her lips. "Alright. Enough." Tim said pulling his bitch of a sister away from me. They began walking out.

 "Brittany, I suggest you calm yourself. I have to dance with you...and I just dont want to see you in this condition." I blurted out before I could stop myself. I smiled as innocently as I could. I know I'm pushing it, but this girl.....I haven't done anything to her! Her dumb brother of hers, speaks lies about me.  She sucked a breath in and reached to the stool beside her picking up a tap shoe. "Shut the hell up!" She roared and hurled it at me.

My cheeks burned as I tried my hardest to cover my head with something...anything. When Brittany threw the tap shoe at me, I instinctively reached to cover my face and dodged. But lucky me! I dodged right in the way of her poorly aimed missile and slammed into the locker, clutching my burning forehead. "ARE YOU OK?" Tim gasped, I peeked my eye open to see him comforting...... his sister. He took her hand and led her out as she yelled at me. "You Slut! I hate you!"

I just sat there holding my head. I opened my eye again and looked up at the clock. 1:52. Great. 8 minutes to get my arse into class before my teacher yells at me too. I went into my locker, still holding my head...and grabbed my competion makeup bag. I don't know what I look like...but I don't want any questions. Especialy from the boys. I went into the bathroom, let go of my head and gasped. My forhead had a nice dent and a trickle of blood.  I collapsed on the floor and let my hand return to my head. I can stand other peoples blood...but now my own. Strange, right? I took a deep breath, stood back up and began fixing this mess.

I still felt woozy when I walked into the classroom. Everyone else was chattering and normally I would try to interact with them...but I couldn't. I scan the small audience, only maybe 30 people...and found him. My Harry potter, pussy cat. He was looking at me strangly. God I hope this works. I blinked and when I opened my eyes, the room tilted a little. I rubbed my eye and opened them again. Same problem, only a bit stronger. Well, this isnt good.