Chapter 2:

I landed in England, totally jet-lagged and stressed out, some old lady was there and picked me up to bring me to my new school.

"Hi dear, I'm Mrs. D, principal at London's finest private school, Mary's Institute for Young Women."

"Hi, I'm Mel."

The ride to the school was incredibly awkward, as was meeting the girls in my dorm. For some reason, they were ALL into boy bands…particularly one called One Direction? I've never been a fan of fake pop singers…I'd much rather listen to talented musicians, like the Beatles. But they were nice enough, and they didn't judge me as much as I thought they would. I mean, they judged my dyed black hair and thick eyeliner, but they weren't too rude about it. One girl in particular, Katie, was very sweet to me, she showed me the grounds and she was so much more chill than I expected anyone at a prep school could be!

The first day was brutal. I met a couple of girls, but they weren't from the right crowd. There was no way I was going from being popular, to a nobody. Don't get me wrong, Katie was sweet, but I wasn't going to feel accepted by the school if I only had one friend.

Thankfully, sharing a dorm definitely helped with meeting people. By the second night, things were looking up; I'd just spend two hours pretending I cared, while a bunch of girls talked about One Direction. I admit, they were hot (or 'fit' as they said), but I still doubted their talent. Regardless, I was making friends, maybe all the girls here were crazy fan-girls, but they seemed to be accepting me into their circle, so I couldn't exactly complain…

As the weeks past, school became easier. I'd made it in the popular crowd, I still talked to everyone from home at least once a week and the people here seemed to think I was okay.

Every Friday night, we were allowed out from 7:00 to 12:00, which for a private school was pretty damn impressive! Kelsey, the Queen Bee of Mary's had gotten two tickets to a One Direction concert, and demanded I come and actually give them a chance.

"You have to! They're SO talented! And SO beautiful! Please Mel?"

"Whatever, I'm not into boy bands though, so if I ruin your fun, it's your fault!"

She squealed, "You won't regret it! I promise!"

So off we went to see One Direction… and they were good. For one thing, they weren't just a bunch of pretty faces; they could legit sing. And maybe it wasn't my type of music, but they definitely made me like pop a bit more. One boy in particular, Kelsey said his name was Liam, really caught my eye.

Kelsey spend the entire time crying and screaming for the boys, especially Niall, the blond one. I could see why, he was cute, but no way in hell would I scream and cry like that over some pop singer…

Of course, the concert ran late, and we didn't get back until 1:30 am, just my luck right? So we got detention for a month, plus we had to stay in every Friday night for the next two months. Fuck. My parents were going to be pissed…

Part of my detention (we couldn't have detention together either…) was to clean bathrooms. On my second week, I noticed we were out of toilet paper, and Mrs. D asked me to come with her to get some more from the store until the school's next shipment came in. Great.

She waited for me in the car, while I went to buy toilet paper (what kind of prep school does this exactly? Like seriously, what the fuck). When suddenly, CRASH.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry!" I just rammed some guy over…smooth…

"Oh no problem, it was my fault." He looked up at me, and it was him. Liam, the boy from One Direction with the abs and deep sexy voice, and I had just knocked him down.

I extended my hand to help him up, my palms slightly sweaty, "Sorry again, I can't believe I did that!"

"Not a problem, I should have been looking where I was going. I can be so clumsy sometimes…"

I laughed, " No stress, I'm definitely the clumsy one, I knocked you over. Although, I may ask why a super famous boy is in the middle of a grocery store?"

This time he laughed, "I didn't think you recognized me! I just happen to be the pickiest one in the band, so they made me buy the food."

"Who in the UK wouldn't? I just got here, like two weeks ago, and already, I know whom One Direction is. As for being picky, my mom used to make me go grocery shopping every week, so I'd actually eat once in a while."

"Ah, so you aren't British, I knew you're accent was off!" He smiled. Holy fuck, that smile.

"I'm American, I'm here because my parents didn't wan to deal with me anymore."

"Well, it was nice meeting you…" Oh awkward, he didn't know my name.

"Melissa, but everyone calls me Mel."

"Nice meeting you; it's great finding someone so relaxed to talk to!"

The next words out of my mouth shocked even me, "Well, maybe you should get my number and talk to me more often?" I'd always been a bit of a flirt, but this? Oh god, I was setting myself up for rejection.

"That sounds great, give me your phone and I'll add myself!"