The Association

Traverse City, Michigan: population 14,894
Correction: population 14,890

Four girls are dead. In this small town, murder is not a familiar term; however, in the last three years it has been. Four girls are dead. All four had three things in common. One, the girls went to the same high school. Two, they were in the same grade. Three, the four all dated Liam Payne before their deaths. The Payne's along with two other families, the Tank's and the Yule's, have "run" Traverse City for generations now. What they say goes. No, they are not the mob. These families make up something worse than the mob. The Payne's, Tank's, and Yule's make up The Association. Liam is supposed to continue the family tradition, but first he has to find the right girl to lead with. What happens to new girl, Kate Holler (population 14,891), when Liam's got his eyes set on her? Is she the one or will she face the same road that the four other girls did?


3. Bad Things Come in Threes

"What homeroom did you get?"  Lucy asks immediately after I walk out of the office.  

"325, wherever that is,"  I mumble.  

"Crap I got homeroom 226!"

We walk down the hallway side by side; my shoulder bag hitting me each time I take a step.  Truthfully I am a bit nervous about this first day of school.  Not only is it the first day of school which absolutely sucks; but it is also my first day at a completely different school.  Plus after all the stories that Lucy told me last night I am kind of on edge.  Last night I couldn't even sleep because I had so many thoughts and questions running through my mind!  That type of drama never happened back home.  We barely even had any robberies let alone a murder.  

I want no association with those boys or their families.  I don't know how long I will be living here; but I do know I won't be here forever.  In a couple of months or so Mom and Dad should be fine and I'll move back home to Onsted.  So the plan until then is to play it low.  I don't really need to make any friends since Lucy is my best friend and my main focus is to get good grades;  that would make Mom and Dad proud.  Also if I don't drag much attention to myself it is more likely that Tank, Yule, and Payne won't even notice me which would be a great thing.  

"So here we are, your homeroom.  I am on the second floor if you need to find me.  You shouldn't get lost;  it's a pretty small school,"  Lucy says.

"Are they here yet?"  I whisper.  

"No not yet.  Since they think they are privileged they also believe they can arrive five minutes late to homeroom.  And surprise surprise they don't get into any trouble.  But you will know who they are the minute you see them.  Just looks for three pigs surrounded by slutty girls with too much makeup on and clothes that look like they were painted on."  

"Alright will do."

"Well I better get to homeroom.  Good luck,  I'll see you at lunch,"  she chirps giving me a small wave and heading towards the staircase.  

For the first time that I have been in Traverse City I am alone.  I don't have Lucy guiding me,  I don't have Vinny protecting me, and I don't have Uncle Derek watching over me.  My only company are all these feelings building up inside me.  Excitement, nervousness, and anxiousness are ignited within me.  I feel that this doorway isn't just an entrance to my new homeroom;  it is also the entrance of a dark, new, and mysterious life I am about to embark on.  I am probably just making this all up in my head, but I have this feeling that my life here in Traverse City is going to be more complicated than I thought it was going to be.  

As I open the door I can feel regret creeping besides me.  I was ripped away from my old life and parents in Onsted; but for some reason at this moment I don't feel like I was ripped away I feel like I abandoned them.  Slowly I walk through the maze of chatty teenagers and head towards the back of the room where there is a group of lonely desks.  Sitting down I notice the obvious stares and glances shooting my way.  Quickly I fumble with my bag to find my iPhone to distract me from the new attention.  

I am never good with being the center of attention;  I was always the fly on the wall at my old school.  I really didn't have many friends because I kept to myself.  Parties aren't my thing so I didn't go to many.  My weekends consisted of reading my piles of books for fun may I add and painting.  Art is my passion and I believe it runs through my soul.  It's the only way I can express myself freely.  

Absentmindedly my fingers are still scrolling through pictures on Instagram when the bell rings signaling the warning that homeroom has just started.   

"Phones away and no talking,"  the teacher in the front of the classroom instructs.  "Welcome to junior year.  I hope you all had a productive summer.  For those who don't know me I am your homeroom and English teacher Mr. Craye.  I trust that you all finished the books I assigned for the summer."

Wait, what books?  I didn't get notified that we had a summer assignment.  Lucy didn't even tell me.  

"Is there a Miss Kate Holler here?"  Mr. Craye questions searching the room with his eyes.

Heads turn and questions are exchanged from the other students.  Great, just the attention I didn't want.  This is my nightmare!  Slowly I raise my hand and everyones eyes meet mine.  I feel like I am a hopeless, little fish about to be fought over by big, hungry sharks.  Mr.  Craye waves his hand motioning me to come to him.  Hastily I get up from my seat and stare at the floor as I make my way to his desk.  

"Kate I know that you made a late transfer here due to your unfortunate circumstance," he whispers in attempt to keep the conversation private. 

"Yes and I wasn't aware that we had a summer assignment," I inform him.  

"That's what I thought; but you don't have to worry about it I'm giving you a pass."

"Really?  Oh thank yo--"  I begin to say before I am cut off by loud laughter entering the quiet room.  My eyes out of instinct turn towards the door.  Three guys parade their way around the room as they greet practically everyone.  I can tell they are all really fit because their tight t-shirts show off their toned abs and if I have to admit all three of them are hot!  

The trio is practically dressed identical with their jeans and converses except their t-shirts are different colors.  The boy in the navy t-shirt has sandy blonde hair which brings out his chocolate brown eyes.  To look at gray t-shirt boy you need to have sunglasses on because of his bright ginger hair that is paired with bright green eyes.  The boy in the black t-shirt is definitely the hottest out of the three.  He has brown hair on the light side that matches his big, puppy dog eyes.  

A part of me knows that these mysterious boys are Tank, Yule, and Payne; but another part of me hopes they aren't.  But how can they not be?  They have barely been in the room five seconds and I can already feel their cocky vibe.  Plus all the girls are drooling over them as if they are the first piece of meat they have seen in years!       

"Hey it's Mr.  Craye!"  the boy in the gray t-shirt yells.  

"Boy did we get lucky this year.  So glad we didn't get a snooze as a homeroom teacher like last year,"  navy t-shirt boy obnoxiously says.

"Mr. Tank, Mr. Yule, and Mr. Payne always a pleasure seeing you again,"  Mr. Craye says.  

"No the pleasure is ours,"  the boy in the black t-shirt replies.  

Tank, Yule, and Payne all make their way to the front of the room, pass me, and eagerly shake Mr.  Craye's hand with pearly white smiles painted on their faces.  It amazes me how informal they are with Mr.  Craye.  In my old school we were never allowed to be all buddy buddy with the teachers.  

"Hello earth to Miss Holler,"  Mr.  Craye waves a hand in front of my face.  I snap out of my train of thought and the whole classroom snickers.  Tank,  Yule, and Payne scan me over with  smirks on their faces.  Was I staring at them?  

"Oh sorry,"  I mumble.  

"You are dismissed."

I can feel the pink blush in my cheeks as I sprint over to my seat in the back of the room.   Once I arrive at my seat I keep my eyes glued to my desk, not willing to face the eyes of my fellow classmates that I don't even know.  I can't believe I have already made a fool out of myself.  I was doing so well too until they showed up.  How are they in my homeroom? Out of all the homerooms in this school all three of them end up in mine!  All I know is this is not going to be an easy year.     


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...