There are times in your life when you find yourself in a very awkward situation. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean if he found out it could be devastating," Mr. Horan added with concern. "I completely understand if you do-" Liam exhaled loudly. "I want to do this, my future depends on it." He kept his posture rigid. Mr. Horan placed an envelope in the boy's lap warily before he walked out and left Liam in the study alone. ...And this would be one of those moments. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?" He whispered to himself as he stuffed the envelope in his satchel and excused himself from the Horan residence. He stepped into his blue Navigator and started driving into oncoming traffic. He vowed to keep the deal a secret; and different outcomes played in his mind. What if he did find out, would he still be his friend? Or would he just denounce him in front of the whole school? I'm getting a little ahead of myself so let's start back at the beginning, shall we? My name is Liam Payne, and I just moved from England to pursue a better life here in the states. I moved to Los Angeles, CA to pursue an acting career. I am now senior at West Valley School for boys. I heard they had a wicked drama department. Before I moved I had no clue what I wanted to be. I've gone through many phases, I used to be goth. I joined a screamo band and we were just horrible. Freshman year of high school I was a DJ for local parties but that got boring after awhile. My doctor told me I would go deaf by the time I graduated from High school if I kept it up. It was easy making friends when I got here mainly because of my accent. Then when the initial shock of having a British person at the school wore off,l many of them faded away, while the first day of school was a mess. I met my first friend; He was the only one who stayed with me. Mainly because he had no friends. His name was Niall Horan. He was this perky little Irish boy who loved eating. There was this group of boys also known as 'The Plastics' by everyone including the faculty. They hated Niall for one reason or another, he never told me. They were composed of three boys. Zayn Malik, the leader - He was so conceited, carrying a mirror everywhere with him. It was like he couldn't live without seeing his reflection at least twice every five minutes. Then there was Harry. Harry was the slut of the three. He was willing to give it up to anything and anyone. His brown curls were utterly irresistible. There had been rumors that he'd been having sex with teachers in the school to keep his grades up. Last but not least Louis. Louis was the diva and he had made it known. His diva tantrums were so common it was like second nature. Niall told me one time Louis had chased a girl twenty blocks just because she bumped into him on Sunset Boulevard. Now that I've caught you up on everything here's my story. Liam walked into first period- "Home Economics" and was immediately greeted by the class teacher, Mrs. Swanson. "Hello, you must be the new transfer student. Liam Payne, is that right?" Liam gave the woman a sarcastic grin, and she put her bony arm on his shoulder. "Class! I would like for you to give our new student Liam a warm welcome. He transferred here from England!" she announced. The class gave him an un-enthusiastic welcome as they continued their work. "Liam darling, why don't you take a seat in the front of the room until I assign seats for the year?" She patted him on the back and nudged him towards the empty seat. Next to that seat of course was a blond haired boy with thick black glasses and braces. He sat in the desk and pulled out a notebook and a ballpoint pen, which caught the attention of the boy. "Oh we don't write down notes in this class, it's mainly just remembering the facts," he smiled at the boy and Liam laughed nervously. "Thanks for the heads up, man," he said before turning his head away from the boy. "I'm Niall." He extended his arm out and Liam did as well, trying not to be rude to the seemingly nice boy. "Liam, but I'm sure you already know that." "Yeah, I do actually. I'm part of the welcoming committee for the school," he told him proudly as he showed off his pin. "I was instructed to help you find your classes this week, if that's okay with you? You don't have to, I'm sure you can find your way around," he stuttered nervously "I'm sure I can find my way, thanks," Liam shrugged. "Oh.. well.. nice to meet you I guess," he frowned and Liam didn't make an effort to reply back as the bell rang. Liam watched as Niall struggled to wade his way through the crowd of students. The boy was getting pushed around like he wasn't even there. He was pushed down to the ground by a tall guy with dark hair, who didn't even bother to say sorry. He just cackled as he made his way past him with his posse. Niall's books were scattered about the hall. "Dude are you okay?" Liam asked as he stopped and helped him pick up some of Niall's stuff. "Yeah, I'm fine. It happens quite often. I'm used to the abuse by now." "Who was that guy anyway? Do you know him?" He asked quizzically, placing a heavy textbook into Niall's book bag. "His name is Zayn Malik, of course I know him. He's made my life a nightmare since freshman year." He huffed. "He's part of the group named The Plastics, they basically run the school." Liam giggled, "You're kidding right? Tell me you're joking." "I wish I was Liam, they terrorize everyone in the school. Even the teachers are afraid of them. They can get away with anything they want." "They don't have these types of social hierarchies in my old school that's for sure. England is so different from California." Niall grabbed his bag and rushed to his second period class, which he was late for and Liam trailed him. "I don't know what England is like, so why don't you tell me about the place?" "Gladly," he smiled. "But first I'd like to take you up on that offer you made earlier." Niall's face lit up with joy. "I have no Idea where F213 is... it's my calculus class." "Lucky for you that's where I'm going next!" He grabbed Liam's hand and dragged him through the empty hall. Liam rolled his eyes at the gesture as he let him pull him away. For all he knew Niall could be a freak and would try to stuff him in an incinerator, but there was something about him that caught his attention. It was going to be a long year...
