The Untold Story

One Direction is now known as the group with infectious tunes. But take a trip back to freshman year of high school. With abusive relationships, drinking, affairs, and deaths, follow Lindsay Prescott through the trials and tribulations of high school with the band and friends. Through the eyes of a typical teen girl, Lindsay exposes to us the the untold stories of 1D that not even the press could do.


36. The News: Part 1

     Hesitantly, I approached Logan in the hallway. It had been almost two weeks since the Thanksgiving fiasco, and the entire strip-monopoly group had yet to even bring up the subject or even talk to each other, period. Of course, Aj had finished all she's needed with Zayn, and finally ended it with him. She told me the story days later...

     That day we'd fought at lunch, she had gotten the bruise because she'd refused to sleep with him or anyone before marriage. The beatings continued until she finally gave in to his constant harassing. I, at the time, had hated her. Her parents disapproved of the relationship, so Aj felt that if Zayn were all she had left, sex was the answer. Needless to say, she had been raped that day in the bathroom, and when she had finally escaped Zayn and stumbled out into the hallway half naked, she stumbled right into the grasp of the principal. Moments later, Logan, Niall, and I were caught, and she attempted suicide that night. Trying to digest Aj and Zayn and me and Niall had been so difficult for me to comprehend I eventually cut out Logan. 

    But today, halfway to Christmas, I at last met with Logan in the hallway. "Hey," I muttered to him. He slammed the locker, looking to me. Before, I'd seen wonderment in his eyes. Today, the grayness cast anger. My reflects told me to cover my chest, knowing he had seen a little too much at Thanksgiving, alone.

    "What," he managed one word to me, walking past me.

     "I have something to tell you," I ran to catch up to him. All around me, kids stared. Lately, Aj and I had gotten the rep' as the school whores. 

    "As long as you do it clothed," he said, turning to me with a smile.

    I forced a laugh until I saw Niall enter the math classroom down the hall.

    "Wanna live the dream?" I asked. I fumbled for the tags in my back pocket.

    "Well if my present is back there, how could I object?" he waited. Usually, lines make me vomit. But lately, I'd decided that Niall wouldn't care either way, so why should I care? Then again, that's what put Aj in so much trouble.

     "These," I pulled them out with confidence. In my hand, I held a tag for the local Battle of the Bands this weekend. Entry was 50 dollars.

    "Oh. My..." Logan pretty much tore the paper from my hand.

    "It's the day before Christmas Eve at the town hall. Over 100 people all over the state are in it, and you, Mr. Logan Price, will be number 101," 

    He wrapped me in a bear hug, and a few girls down the hall snickered behind me.

    "How, how did you get these? They're 50 dollars and to buy them you have to drive two hours up state," he admired the sticker, running his fingers over the glossy '101' printed on it in red ink.

    "Lets just say that my parents will do anything for Christmas,"

     In Logan's grip was my present to him, and my parents to me.

    "Merry Christmas," I smiled and left Logan dumbfounded in the middle of the hall. 

    Quickly, my smile faded when I remembered my seat in this class. Niall sat, empty seat at his side, with a look of excitement on his face. I walked to my desk as the bell rung.

    "Lindsay Prescott, happy you could join us today," the teacher looked up briefly, and then sulked back to counting roll.

    "Niall Horan?" his monotone voice shattered the barrier between the two of us.

    "Here!" he exclaimed, throwing his hand into the hair.

      The teacher smiled and continued.

    "So guess what!" Niall said, turning to me and clapping his hands together. The first time my own boyfriend had talked to me in weeks...

    "What," I said, smirking and turning to face him. Again, I saw his bright cerulean eyes and blonde wavy hair and admitted to myself how much i'd missed him.

    "Me and the guys are forming a band!" he took out the tag, reading '102' on it, and hugged it close to his chest, "And you, Lindsay Prescott, will be the new head singer of 'One Direction'!"

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