Becca's POV

I walked through the school doors. It seemed to be a typical day. Girls running screaming over nothing, boys tossing around footballs, and the sound of slamming lockers as students headed to their first class. I sighed. All of a sudden, I heard a girl shrieking like a banshee, running through the halls. Oh great. Now what? "OMG! I JUST SAW ONE DIRECTION'S LIMO OUTSIDE IN THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT!" she screamed. Are you kidding me? As if One Direction would actually show up at our scho-

My thought was interrupted as 5 guys walked through the door. Harry took the lead, with Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn following closely behind. I only knew their names because every girl, excluding me, was obsessed with them. My jaw dropped. How was this even possible? They were crowded by girls swooning over them. I had to admit, they were kinda cute.

Harry approached me. "Hi, as you already know, I'm Harry." I scoffed. "Shouldn't you be over there with the rest of the boys, watching every idiot at this school drool over you?" He grinned. "I think a better question would be, why aren't you over there? I mean, One Direction randomly shows up and enrolls in your school and you're just standing there, acting like its a regular Monday. What is wrong with you?!" He was yelling at this point. This caused his band mates to walk over to where we were standing.

"Hullo. What's all the ruckus about?" Louis asked. "Curly over here, is upset that I've spoiled his 15 minutes of fame." I giggled as Harry's face turned red in anger. "Sorry about that. Harry can be a real hothead sometimes." Louis stated after calming Harry down. I laughed. "I guess its okay. What are you idiots doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be off on a tour or in a studio recording a new album that will make my ears bleed?" They all put hurt looks on their faces. I kinda felt bad for hurting their feelings. "Well someone's a directionator." Zayn said. I rolled my eyes. "No. I'm not a directioner or a directionator. I don't want anything to do with One Direction." I huffed and walked away.

"You have got to be kidding me. There is no way I am agreeing to this."

"You don't really have a choice." the principal replied. "We have already sorted everything out with your parents and teachers." I was so angry! I already hated them and now I had to spend every day with them. "The boys will be moving in with your family and will be in all of your classes. Management wants them to have a normal high school experience. So, you will show them exactly how things are here at Lincoln High." I groaned. "Now, go home and prepare for tomorrow. Its a big day for the boys." I trudged out of the school.

I was prepared for a long ride home on the bus but Harry blocked my path. "Actually, we'll be taking the limo home." I scoffed in disgust as he said the word home. "Lets get a few things straight, shall we guvna?" I spat as I mocked his British accent. "Firstly, it is not your home, it is my home. Secondly, the whole 'I'm an international star' attitude isn't going to fly around here. You have to act like a normal kid and you have to work to get good grades, like the rest of us do. Thirdly, I may have to show you around but don't you ever get the thought in your thick head that I actually want you around." With that, I stomped off and got into the limo.