Louis's POV

Niall and I walk into math together and take the two open seats in the front. I was sitting beside a random hipster chick and Niall was beside a boy with a buzz cut,tattoos and in black tank top. The key is still around my neck ,and millions of things are going through my head ,but is interrupted by the hipster chick poking me with a pencil.

"What?" I ask looking at her.

She points her pencil to something and my eyes follow it and soon my they are looking straight into the eyes of the teacher.

"Are you Lewis Tomlinson?"

"It's pronounced Louis Tomlinson" I say a bit annoyed.

"Well then Louis please introduce yourself to the class. You may go to the chalkboard." She says then walks back to her deck.

I get up and walk to the chalk bored and began to speak.

"Well, I'm Louis Tomlinson. I'm from Doncaster" I pause to hear any comments.

"His Accent!"

"He's Hot"

"Damn he fine"

All of those girls are going to get a big surprise I think to myself.

"I'm obviously in year eleven. I-" I was interrupted by the door opening and closing.

"Sorry I was late Mrs. Cook."

My eyes meet with the brown orbs of the god Zayn again.

"Hey, Zayn" I say smiling.

He looks up after taking a seat in the back that I didn't know was open and smiles.

"Hey, Lou"

"He knows Zayn Malik?"

"Wow"

"Instantly Popular"

"Damn"

"Have you made any friends yet?" Mrs. Cook asks.

"So far I've made two friends Zayn and Niall." I say smiling.

"He's friends with that blonde homo"

"Is he a faggot?"

"Ewww"

"He's a fag"

"Faggot"

I look over at Niall and the look on his face almost made me cry. His blue eyes only showed tears and pain. His beanie was pulled down a bit to cover his face a bit.

"Guys I didn't hear him state his sexuality and you guys don't have the right to guess it and judge it." I heard Zayn growl.

I sit back down still a bit upset. Mrs. Cook stands up and began to talk about some math stuff but, my mind is somewhere else.

"Louis!"

My head snaps up to meet the eyes of Mrs. Cook.

"Yes?" I ask.

"The answer?"

"Yes, No, Maybe, I don't know. Can you repeat the question?" I ask quoting my favorite show.

Mrs. Cook notices and smilies.

"What has the highest square root and what are the other roots. 357, 258 or 388?

"357's square root is 18.8944436

258's square root is 16.0623784

388's square root is 19.6977156.

And 388 has the highest square root Mrs.Cook." I say doing it in my head.

"Good job Louis" Mrs. Cook says as the bell rang.

I get up and grab my stuff. I was walking out when someone grabbed my wrist and spined me around. Zayn.

"You ok?" He asks no removing his hand.

"I guess. I'm still a bit upset ,but I'm ok." I said as he released my wrist.

"They best be happy I didn't beat the shit out of them" Zayn spoke as he exited the room with me.

Hey Y'all! I know it's been a long time since I updated :(. Sorry. I first comment gets the next chapter dedicated to them. Peace out.