Ahhhhh, don't worry ok_Z1Diall no one in the 1D group will die, I hope. Anyway shoutout to ok_Z1Diall for inspiring my busy self to write, this hope you like it and I also acknowledge you for the amazing covers that you made for me. Thank you silent readers for reading this!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zayn POV:

I am currently sketching in my Maths period and I really hate Math. Oh yeah! Lemme introduce myself. Zayn Malik. A (secretly potential badass) nerd. I don't talk to anyone or anything. I hate society and they hate me. I don't have parents or so I believe because they left me money, a huge house and myself to work overseas. I don't care. I have servants and all that so I don't do much anyway. I hate everything and everyone except my hobby: Sketching/Artist (dunno what to call it sorry). I am a straight A student only because I want to get into the university of my dreams: Royal Academy of Arts or at least University of Oxford. I never pay attention in class. All the students and teachers already know that. I look up and see Mr Smith writing equations on the board. As I am about to look down he asks me a question,

 "Mr Malik, what are Series?"

I shrug. He sighs and goes back to explaining the work to the other idiots in this god-forsaken hell hole. I look around and see people just chatting and playing around. I put on my headphones and as I am about to play my playlist, the door slams open. Everybody gasps except for me, including Mr Smith. I smile a little at everyone's fright and turn on my playlist and put the volume on low. 

I hear commotion and I look to see the source of the noise. I see a well built guy with light blond hair, the roots brown, baby blue eyes that are currently scrutinising everyone in the class as if who to deem worthy of his presence. His body is very muscular and lightly tanned.He looks like a Greek god or an angel. He has only 1 tattoo and it is beautiful on his arm. He is really something. I wonder why he peaks my interest but I must know who he is. I remove the headphones to hear the voice of this guy that peaked my interest. He introduces himself to everyone in a deep, sexy irish accent that makes me want to jump him away for some reason. Bad Zayn!

"Hey dudes and dudettes, name's Niall, don't need to know my age. I'll beat you up if you annoy me or defy me. I have 3 best friends: Louis, Harry and Liam. I will give you hell if you bully any of them. They will join me in this school soon. I have parents and a big brother, Greg. yeah, that's all you need to know about me." He said with a smirk that had all the guys grinning and the girls swooning. I knew that this guy would be trouble but I never considered it until he walked past all of the popular people and all civilisation in the front to the back and sat next to me. I looked around to see all the people looking at me with disgust and disappointment. Most probably because he sits next to me. I thought. But why? No one comes to this side. My curiosity got the best of me and before I could control my mouth I asked, 

"Why are you sitting next to me?"

Niall POV:

As I am walking through the halls to the last class for today. I came late so I couldn't go to the rest of the classes. I just moved here from Ireland. You don't need to know why. This is a new school for me here in California. Its quite nice here, judging from my few hours here so far. I know that people will love me here. And unfortunately for them I don't care. i just want to get good grades to go to Oxford. that's the only reason I'm here. I quickly enter the class before anyone in the halls notice me just standing there, lost in my thoughts. I decide to make a dramatic entrance and slam the door open. I see everyone in shock, except for 1 dude. Hmm. Why? I thought. He looks bored and goes back to what he was doing before I entered. 

Right there I make a note to catch his attention before i go to him and sit down. I can clearly see that he is the outcast of the class and I wonder why? I now want to find out about this dark haired, golden eyed boy. I give an attitude filled intro about myself and my friends before going to sit down. I noticed that the Raven- haired boy pulled down his headphones to listen to me and then put them back on after I was done. I mentally smirked. He is interested. Now, I need to know his name for my plan to take form. I quickly walk to his side and sit down knowing that the class is staring at us now. He squirms in his seat and I can tell that he is uncomfortable. I wait for him to say something and soon enough he does. 

"Why are you sitting next to me?"  

I swear his voice makes me feel all soft and warm inside. Smooth as velvet and deep as the ocean. I nearly swoon from hearing it. No Niall! what are you doing man! He is supposed to feel like this toward you. I quickly answer him

"Because I can and nobody can tell me not to. And I don't care about these fake-haired blonde bimbos or should I say sluts and pea brained muscular jocks. They are all a bunch of idiots if you ask me." I smirk. His eyes widen and he bursts into a fit of laughter. After a few seconds i laugh too. What? I can't help that his laugh is contagious. He murmurs something under his breath that puts a smile on my face involuntarily.

"I think that we are gonna be great friends." 

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Hi guys, how do you like the chapter. I had and still maybe have a few more hours to myself so I wrote this. Thank you for reading my story. Spelling errors? BTW do you think that I should make Lilo and Jarry or Larry and Jiam?

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