We've Got A Bit of Love/Hate

Tayler Moore is a normal, well if you consider an awkwardly built 6'0 tall blonde with blue eyes a normal girl. Tyler is still trying to figure out how to be comfortable in her own skin while juggling three sports at a time and keeping her grades at a B average. Of course when her Boarding School suddenly has to combine with the neighboring all-boys academy to become a co-ed school, she has another thing coming. On top of all of that, she has to deal with the pompous, vain jerk of a jock, Zayn Malik. And it just so happens, he has a hidden talent. One that both he and Tayler share.

Join Tayler and her Love/Hate filled life with Zayn and experience, bad dancing, amazing voices, sports, and a special someone. These two will endure a lot. And its all thanks to four other boys and four girls who help them along the way.

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3. The Boys

The wake up bell went of.It was a constant five minute chime. I woke up and rubbed my face.

"I call first shower!" I yelled. The girls all groaned.

"You have five minutes!" Jordan told me. I grabbed two towels and my uniform, then hopped into the shower. I looked at the metal rack with five different types of hair products. I guess thats what happens when you live with four other girls that have different hair needs. I grabbed the hydrating herbal essences. I scrubbed my hair quickly, then washed my body. I dried off and got dressed wuickly. I washed my face, then brought my makeup, hair dryer, and straightener to the desk.

"That was seven minutes" Sierra said as she enterd the bathroom.

I sighed and sat down in front of the mirror. I dried my hair and then straigtened it. Mascara, then blush and I put everything away.

I sat on the window seat and read until everyone was ready. The breakfast bell chimed and I smiled.

"Time to find out whats gonna happen with the guys!" I shout excitedly. As if the girls forgot they all hop up. We quickly grab our keys and cellphones, then head downstairs. We chatter as we walk down the hall about boys and what we like about them. We were so excited.

We sat down at the usual table and Mrs. Knottingham started announcements.

She announced everything a normal. The same old same old. Then she said something different.

"We have a very special announcement for you girls. Since we are such a generous school, we hae offered for the neighboring boys academy to stay with us for the year, and become a co-ed school. The boys had a terrible incident. Their school burnt down last night. Anyways, please welcome the boys of Herrington Academy" she said and held out her hand.

The large front doors opened and a huge amount of boys filed in, taking their seats.

"Don't stare," I mutter "act natural"

We all fiddle with our finger-nails and our hair looking bored. I fell warm breath down my neck.

"Mind if we sit here?" a very sexy voice says.

I turn and look into the most beautiful milky- chocolate eyes I've ever seen. An intoxicating smell reaches my nose his amazing cologne. I clea my throuat and try to look un-amused.

"Why not?" I say raising my hands.

The five of the boys take a seat next to another girl. I look around to find that they are all VERY fit.

THe one that spoke to me originally intoduced all of the guys. "I'm Zayn" he said. Then he pointed to the boy next to Danielle, "That's Liam", he pointed to the boy next to Jordan "Harry, or Hazzah", then he pointed tothe boy next to Ketelyn, "Niall, or Nialler" he says, then he points to the boy next to Sierra, "And that's Lou" he says smiling.

"What are you the leader?" I ask smirking.

"Why do you say that?" he asks eyebrow raised. Okay...

"Sierra, Katelyn, Jordan, and Danielle" I say pointing to each of the girls.

"Hmm.and you?"he asks.

"Oh, I'm your worst nightmare" I say.

Danielle rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Okay worst niightmare, now whats your real name?" Zayn asks.

"Not telling" I say and turn to the food being set in front of me.

"Her name is Tayler" Sierra says helpfully.

"Thanks love" Zayn says and winks at her. I could have sworn Louis (I think that's his name...) glare at Zayn. Just then the school slut, also known as Mary, walks by. Her skin is a fake orange and her hair is yellow-blonde. Her eyes are coated with eyeliner, mascara and her face was covered with every kind of makeup you can think of. She looks like a clown. Zayn winks at her.

I scoff to myself. Zayn looks at me amused.

"What seems to be the problem, blondie?" he asks.

"What is that, your nickname for me?" I ask rolling my eyes acting unimpressed.

"It is now" he smiles.

"Man-whore" I mumble under my breath.

"Sorry love, what was that?" he asks bringing his face closer to mine. I stare him in the eye.

"MAN - WHORE" I say clearly through clenched teeth. I can already tell this boy will be the death of me. I already want to strangle him.

"Actually that's entirely true" Niall points out. Zaynlifts his arms up and shrugs in a 'what can you do?' manner.

I look at him, eyebrows raised, shake my head, then turn to focus on my food.

I quickly swallow the warm porridge and sigh in content. Niall and Katelyn gobble theirs quickly.

"It's a wonder you two aren't fat" Jordan says in awe.

"I wish I could eat like you two, I love food..."Danielle murmurs sadly. Liam looks at her sweetly. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it. I take a quick look around the table and realize that each of the girls has already warmed up to one of the guys. Unlike me, it feels like there's cold air passing by Zayn and I. We sit as far away from eachother as possible.

We find out that the guys are staying in the tower across from ours in the west wing, and that they have the same classes as us. Oh joy.

After breakfast, we have to head to homeroom, the guys follow us like lost puppies. Zayn walks barely in front of me. Someone always has to be in charge.

"You gonna show uswhere homeroom is?" I ask him choking back a laugh.

He points to a door a little ways down the hall.

"Lucky guess" I growl and storm ahead. He chuckles and catches up, then bothers me all the way to class.

Ugh. I rub my eyes. Zayn would not stop chatting through the whole entire home room. I'm surprised he didn't get sent out. Course our teacher was like 20 and he had that charm about him.

After talking and not leaving me alone, he turned to flirting with any female that was breathing. Discluding me of course.

"Zayn" I hiss.

"Yes, princess?" he asks me keeping a straight face.

"Shut the hell up before I castrate you. And don't call me princess. Asshole." I grit my teeth angrily. Who does this idiot think he is.

"Ooh touchy are we? Sorry princess but no can do."

I try hard not to explode in his face by taking deep breaths and counting.

I guess it's time to revert to my old self. The one who isn't a young lady. Well it's not like I'm a young lady anyways.

It's time to pull some pranks on Zayn.
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