It shouldn't have come as much of a surprise, nothing good ever happens to me, and even if it does it doesnt last long. Im scrawny, pale, and unpopular. Not to mention im gay, I was beaten almost to death at my old school because of it. So my mum and I picked up and moved to Yorkshire. When I first got here I only had one friend, Louis Tomlinson, people ignored me for the most part, and I was loving it. Trebel high is a school for the gifted, im a musician and so is Lou. And so is Zayn. Zayn Malik is the schools bad boy, everyone here worships the ground he walks on and recently he decided that he hated me. Im lying here on the ground with a new bruise no doubt forming on my side from where Zayn's best friend, Harry Styles, kicked me in the ribs taking time to think about everything. I dont know what I did to make him hate me so much. I finally got up, reaching for my phone I sent a text to Louis Zayn and Harry got me again. Meet me at the coffee shop in five? Louis quickly texted back and said he'd meet me there. I wish I knew why such bad things always happened to me.
