The wallflower. That's all I am. I shouldn't even think about trying to get him. The captain of all the sports teams, senior class president, smartest boy in the class, completely out of your league. He doesn't go for wallflowers, he goes for the cheerleaders, the one's with long hair, toned bodies, and sparkling eyes.

So why did he look at me like that?


3. A friend?

"...then if you divide that by Pi, you will get an irrational.."

Five more minuets. Five more minuets. Five more minuets until I get out of this jail called Algebra class. I swear, if I hear one more person ask why you can't divide an irrational number by Pi, I will lose my mind. It's really not that hard to understand. It doesn't matter why you can't do it. All that matters is you can't, so stop asking why. Gosh. 

Four minuets! I hope Mr. Schmidt doesn't give  us homework. I've already got Biology and English. You know what, it doesn't even matter if he gives us homework. I'm still in shock over the whole Liam freaking Payne thing, and the fact he talked to me not only once, but twice today. Twice. Ahh! 

"..page 422, numbers 1-24."

Homework? Was that homework? I don't know, I'll ask Andy after school. Hannah is in an advanced math class, so she'll have different homework than us obviously. Man, I'm glad I didn't play volleyball this year. I don't know what I'd do with myself. I'm already so busy with homework. I don't know how Andy does it honestly. 

*Bring* *Bring*

Finally. Everyone jumps up and races out the door, leaving calculators and papers everywhere. Poor Mr. Schmidt, he shouldn't have to clean this all up. What time is it? 2:55, my mom won't be here till almost 3:30. 

I pace around the room, grabbing calculators and piling them all up in my arms. One by one they end up back in their cubby, white sticker facing out so Schmidt knows they're there. He's kind of blind and the bright colors help I see I think. At least, that's what I heard from Megan Batch. Now, time to get out of here before he comes back. 

I manage to sneak out of the room before he sees me. I would've ended up having a three hour conversation with him about numbers or something. I swear, he can talk for hours! It's ridiculous.

*Buzz* *Buzz*

I pull the phone out of my bag and, no surprise, Andrea's already texting me. 

From: YOUR RULER - asdfghjkl ur gna marry liam payne. its fact. and destiny. i just decided tht.

Oh, Andy. What am I going to do with you. I throw the phone back in my bag, ignoring Andy for now. What do I have as homework? Biology, English, and Algebra. I pile the books methodically into my bag from my locker, making sure the biggest books and binders are in the back, the smallest in the front. Hannah thinks I'm OCD, but I like to think I'm just really organized. 

Okay, that's it. Mom should be here by now, hopefully. I shut my locker and hear it echo through out the hallway. I glance around and for the first time, notice how empty the hallway is. No teachers, no other kids, nobody. 

An uneasy feeling starts to stir inside me. Why is it so empty? Today is tutoring, so there should at least be the tutors here, if not kids there for tutoring. Huh, that's weird. 

I try to shake it off and start the long walk down the hallway to the parking lot, periodically glancing over my shoulder. Why isn't anybody here? This isn't normal. 

I make it to the door and go through my bag one last time to make sure everything is inside. Biology, check. English, check. Algebra, check. Planner, check. Calculator, not check. Great. That's really freaking awesome. I roll my eyes at my forgetfulness and drop my bag, making my way back toward my locker. 

I throw it open and dig through the top for my calculator. Where are you, you damn th-

"Well, well. What do we got here?"

Goosebumps rise up on my skin; the icy voice chills me to the bone. Slowly I pivot. 

"Aren't you a pretty little freshman" He whispers, closing the space between us. 

My breath comes a little quicker as this guy in front of me places his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the lockers. Who the hell is this? And more importantly, why is he all up on me?

"Get off" I mumble shakily. 

My heart catches in my throat as he chuckles. A mischievous smile pops on his chiseled face, ice blue eyes turning hard. I tense my self up, not sure what to expect next or what to do. Why the hell isn't anybody here?!

"You really think I'm gonna let a catch like you get away that easily?" he purrs, making me uncomfortable. 

His breath runs across my skin, making me sick. Why is he doing this? Why me!? I just want to go home. I want my mom or my dad or anybody! I don't want to be by this guy anymore! I feel the tears well up in my eyes and will them to go away. I don't want him to see me cry, not at all. 

I force myself to look anywhere but him, trying to get rid of the tears. Despite my best efforts, one slips out. Silently cursing myself, his finger drags across my cheek, wiping away the tear. 

"Ahw, I though we were having fun?" 

I shake my head furiously and take in a breath to yell at him.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"

My screams are replaced by another deeper voice. I glance up wildly and see another guy standing a few feet away from the guy in front of me. That's one of the guys that hangs out with Liam. I think his name is Harry. What is he doing here? You know what? I don't even care why he's here, I'm just glad he is. Maybe he'll get  this freak away from me.

"Nothing, man. Go back to studying or what ever the hell you're doing."

"No, NO! Stay! Please stay!" I beg in a panic.

Harry flicks his eyes between us. His eyes connect with my watery ones and I plead with him to help me. I don't like this guy at all. He's literally scaring me. I've never been this scared in my life, and I think Harry see's that. I hope he does. 

"George, get away from her. Do you even know her?"

"Nah, man. But this really doesn't concern you so beat it."

"It does when she's crying. Come on man, she looks scared half to death. Leaver her alone."

"Alright, bro. What ever you say."

George looks at me and wickedly smiles. He starts to lean in. What is he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?! I haven't kissed anyone before! This is not how I imagined it! Stop! STOP!!

I close my eyes in grim anticipation and wait, and wait, and wait. What's going on? Is he gone? I dare open my eyes and see George on the ground, Harry breathing hard over top of him. Damn. George scampers up and says a few choice words to Harry before making his way down the hallway. 

"God, he's such a creep. Are you okay?"

I nod my head, insides in a whirlwind. What just happened?

"Was I just almost mouth raped by him? Oh my God. Oh. My God. No that's not supposed to happen to people like me. I'm the kind of person people ignore, not single out. What-what, like. I don't even know. What am I supposed to do now? Knowing I was this close to being mouth molested? I just-"

"Whoa there. Calm down. You're alright. No body mouth raped you."

I glace up confused and horrified. "Was I just talking out loud? Oh my God that's embarrassing. I can't believe I was just doing tha-"

"You need to work on that, babe."

Damn it. 


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