Hey, guys! This is my first story here on FF, and I'm more than excited to share it with you. If you liked it, a review will honestly make my day! It only takes a minute or so. :) Also, keep in mind that the boys are all around 16-17 (Juniors in HS) and not famous. Thanks for reading! xx

"Catalina Diana-Marie Summers! If I have to come down there one more time, I swear-"

I rubbed my tired eyes groggily, sitting up in my new bed. "Jesus, mum! I'm up!"

"Good, now hurry up and get some breakfast before we have to leave." She shouted from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes and stood up reluctantly. This was my first day in Holmes Chapel.

I've recently transferred here from London, and it's quite different if you ask me. Smaller houses, smaller cars, smaller schools. It was a bit of a subtraction from what I'm usually used to. Which was loud, urban streets with taxis and stoplights everywhere you went.

It wasn't like this in Holmes Chapel, however. Here, it was a regular, quiet suburban town. I can't say it's not a bad thing, because it actually suits me quite well. I was getting sick and tired of the constant car beeps and train horns sounding when I was going to sleep.

There was one bad thing about it, though.

The school.

Judging by the brochure I had to flip through, it was a private academy. We didn't have to wear uniforms, though, thank God for that.

So, what I'm getting at here is the people that go to this academy are most likely either stuck-up snobs or, well, that was basically it. If they had the money to go here, they were considered rich in my book. I'm nowhere near that, if that's what you were thinking. My mum's uncle is the principal, so he was more than happy to provide classes for me, no charge.

I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, along with my grey ankle boots. I grabbed a white cami and a grey cardigan to go over it, and put them both on.

My hair was up in a messy bun, so I carefully pulled the elastic out and started to straighten my dark brown hair.

The clock over my vanity ticked loudly, so that means it was a new hour. Wait, a new hour? That means it was 6:00. Shit, I'm supposed to be out the door right now with my mum, only because I don't have a car.

I pinned up my bangs quickly and did my makeup, probably some sort of world record. I pulled it off in about two minutes, and if I say so myself, I didn't look bad.

I grabbed my tote and threw all of my school necessities in. I started running downstairs and I was out the door.

My mum was impatiently waiting in the car for me, like I imagined it to be.

"Sorry, mum.." I started, looking in the rear-view mirror for any quick fixes on my makeup.

She rolled her eyes. "It's fine, let's just go."

We drove to the huge school, and I got out quickly. "Thanks mum, see you this afternoon."

"Alright, have a wonderful first day, Lina!" She yelled back. I waved her off, embarrassed.

I pulled my schedule out of my pocket, and frowned. I had no idea where to go.

I studied it again, more puzzled than ever. I froze when I received a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see a charming blonde boy, probably in the same grade as me.

"You look a little lost there, yeah?" He questioned. I was sure he wasn't from Holmes Chapel, or even England. He had a thick, Irish accent to compliment his cute, boyish voice.

I studied him, wondering where he stood in this school. His dark blue eyes and his slightly crooked teeth were enough to make a girls heart race.

"Well, I'm new here, so.." I started.

He nodded. "That's okay, I'll show you to your class."

I showed him my schedule, and as he read it, he spoke up. "I'm Niall, by the way."

"I'm Catalina, but Lina's fine." I replied. Niall, I repeated in my head. That was a very cute name, for a very cute boy.

"Ah, we have first together. Math." He smiled, making me smile as well.

We started walking through the doors, and there was a commotion of students chatting about.

A few boys started walking toward Niall, and I was unsure of what to do. Was he a popular guy, or was he some nerd about to be pummeled? Judging by his great looks, I automatically assumed he was popular.

"Hey Niall, who's your little lady friend?" A boy with dark brown hair up in some sort of quiff asked, chuckling.

Another brunette, except with lighter and more Bieber-like hair also chipped in. "You finally got a girl, congrats mate!"

I knew they were joking, but my cheeks were growing redder with each comment.

"Guys, cut it out," Niall smiled at me reassuringly. "I'm just helping Lina out to find her classes. She's new."

I pressed my lips together and nodded, as all eyes were now on me.

"Well, I believe this lovely lady should be introduced to my friends, yeah?" Niall suggested, grinning.

The four boys took their turns greeting me.

The dark-brown haired one grinned. He had olive skin which complemented his long eyelashes and dark brown eyes. "Hey, I'm Zayn."

Next up was the Bieber look-alike in the hair region. He looked sweet and mature, like he was watching over all of his friends. "Nice to meet you, my name's Liam." He smiled sweetly and I returned the favor.

A boy with brown, side-swept hair held his hand out. "I'm Louis, pleasure to meet you." He was wearing red, rolled-up trousers, held up by a pair of suspenders with a navy blue and white tee. He looked like the funny one, but I wasn't entirely sure. I took his hand and shook it graciously, as he smiled a toothy grin.

The next guy was very fit. He was definitely a type of guy that any girl would fall for, like Niall and the rest of the guys. He was different, though. He seemed like a one-night-stand kind of guy, and I didnt like that at all.

He had curly brown hair that was perfectly styled but looked effortless, and stunning sea-green eyes. In one word, he looked like a complete heartbreaker. "The name's Harry Styles, love."

He took my hand and kissed it, winking at me like a total flirt. I can't say it didn't work, but I knew exactly what he was trying to do.

"Ding, ding. Looks like we've got a winner." Liam said, clapping at Harry.

Harry smirked like he won some sort of trophy.

All of the guys were insanely fit, but none of them really seemed like my "type", if that makes any sense. I mean, they seemed like great friends, but I don't want a boyfriend at the moment, and I definetely don't need one. I have a lot of catching up to do, and no boy will make my grades any lower than they already are. It wasn't my mum's rule, it was mine. I know, I know. I sound like a total bore, but it's halfway into the school year and I don't need a distraction.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "You don't have to make an impression like this on every girl you meet."

"Yeah, save some for the rest of us, you dirty prick!" Louis joked.

I gripped my schedule tightly and looked up at Niall. He was smiling, but also looked slightly jealous if there was anything to read in his eyes.

I looked at the guys who were joking around loudly and still making comments about me and Niall, or me and Harry.

"Guys, I just want to make this clear.. I'm not here to date." I announced, as much as it pained me to say it. "Focusing solely on school. It's a little rule of mine that I'm trying to keep."

They all looked at me like a puzzle they were trying to figure out, but I didn't care too much.

"Niall, are we going? I don't want to be late, you know." I asked him, reassuringly putting my hand on his arm.

He nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

The boys laughed and slapped his shoulder. I starting walking next to him, but not before Harry whispered something in my ear.

"Rules are meant to be broken."

I turned around to confront him, but he was already on his way.

This is going to be an interesting semester.