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Chapter 1
It was scary, the first day of school. I was never the one for new beginnings. Ever since dad got promoted, we had to move not only to a different school, but to a different country too. England's so far from Australia and after the 24 hour flight a week ago, I was still feeling jetlagged.
I walked through the school and managed to find my first class, History. Opening the door with a creek, everyone turned to face my direction. I tried to pull off a sweet smile to the teacher who welcomed me in before introducing me to the class.
"This is Jenna, everyone. She only just moved to England from Australia a week ago, so please make her feel welcome."
He gave me a reassuring smile, before instructing me to take a seat next to a boy named Harry. Harry winked at me as I made my way to the table. Such a flirt, I thought. He moved his books, to make room for mine and pulled the chair out for me to sit in. "Well aren't you kind." I said to him sarcastically, he smiled, revealing his dimples, "That's how we British boys do it", he said cheekily. I sat down; everyone was still looking out me. Man, I feel like an outsider, I thought, but obviously Harry didn't. He started asking me questions about Australia and why I moved all the way to England and about my friends, until making a little chuckle before noting "how cute" my accent was. I told him I went to an all-girls high school back in Australia and how weird it felt in a classroom of mixed genders. He seemed pretty stunned at finding out. It felt good knowing I had made a friend on the first day. As the bell went, Mr Flynn, my history teacher, made sure that if there was something I didn't understand that I would tell him straight away and not to be shy. He was so nice. Harry waited by the door for us to finish. "What did Flynnie tell you?", he asked as I walked out. "Oh, nothing really, just the usual about asking questions if I don't understand something, blah blah, you know the stuff all teachers have to say to the newbie", I answered, smiling back at him. "Oh alright", he responded, before adding "Hey come sit with us at break, the crew's gonna love you." There was a slight pause. "Who's this crew?" I asked. Harry guided me through the school grounds before stopping and pointed his finger straight. "That's the crew." I looked over, seeing 3 boys and 2 girls. "Are you sure it won't be awkies if I sit with you? I don't won't to meddle with you and your group" I said. "Na na, it's all good, they're gonna love you", he reassured with a smile. "Hazzzzza", said one of the boys. "Hey Louis", Harry replied. "And who might the lovely lady be", the boy with the surfer blonde hair asked. "Oh right, that's Jenna, guys, she's just moved from Australia a week ago." "Heeyaaa Jennnna", 5 different voices called out to me at once. "Hi", I replied, putting on an awkward smile. "Jen, that's Louis", he said pointing to the boy in a striped shirt. "That's Hannah", pointing to the girl on Louis' lap. He leant in, whispering in my ear "They're boyfie and girlfie, so if they start snogging, don't think they're weird and shit, okay?", he said, winking. I laughed, "Yeah yeah, that's fine, I won't mind". "That's Liam", he pointed to the boy with the Justin Bieber hair. Liam extended his hand. "Hello", he said, in the most manliest voice I'd ever heard. "That's Niall, or Nialler as we like to call him", pointing to the boy with the surfer hair and crystal blue eyes. "He's Irish, by the way", Louis added. I smiled, Niall was adorable, "And, finally, that's Emma", Harry said. "Liam's girlfriend." I smiled, sitting down on the ground. They are all so nice, I thought. And, I'd only just met them. Harry sat down next to me. Louis and Hannah started talking, and as I took a bite of my apple, I could feel a pair of eyes watching me from behind. I turned to see if anyone actually was looking at me, or if it was just a random feeling.
Chocolate brown eyes were looking at me from a far distance. The boy sat alone. I felt bad for him. I smiled at him and turned back around, "Who's that?", I asked Harry. He turned to face the boy, "Oh, um, that's Zayn, Zayn Malik… yeah umm he's quite the pickle."
I stopped chewing. "What do you mean, quite the pickle?" This time, Niall answered, "Umm, let's just say he's a bit of a weirdo…" "Yeah, no one exactly likes him, that's mainly the reason why he sits by himself during break", Louis finished off. I looked back around. Poor guy. "Why does no one like him? He seems friendly and stuff", I asked again. "Well, I don't know, he's head in the clouds sometimes. He's all artsy and creative…" said Liam, "And plus, he spends more time in the art room than anybody else", Emma added. "I'm really surprised he's actually out on the grounds today, he literally lives in that classroom", Hannah joined in. "You taking art this year Jenna?", Harry asked. I was actually. "Ah yeah, I am." Louis let out a laugh. "Goodluck then, you'll be seeing Malik's head more than ever now". Everyone joined in the laughter. Everyone except me. I felt bad for Zayn. He seemed sweet. I couldn't help but feel guilt. After all, I was the one who practically started the conversation about him. My thoughts cleared off a little as the bell rang. I had art next. Great. "I'll see you at lunch Jenny", Harry called out with a cheeky smile. "Call me Jenny once more, and I'll chop your curls off", I replied. "Oooooh", Niall, Louis and Emma said. "Shit's going down, Styles. Better watch out', Hannah added. I laughed and headed right, making my way towards the art rooms.
And there he was. Gazing back at me.