Different From The Rest {1D}

chapter two - Kill-Me-Ville 2.0

Hearing those two dreadful words come from the blonde's mouth made me want to gag. Yep, so that's where I've seen him before - on like every magazine, TV channel, poster, computer, Twitter, and Instagram thing out there. And just while I was thinking all of this, practically every girl whipped their phones out and began to scream, whine, and snap pictures of blondie. Yeah, while all this went down, I just sat there, rolling my eyes before returning to doodling on my folder. Niall, or as I obviously call him, Blondie, quickly sat back down and turned my way.

just my luck - omg guys I'm having a heart attack, quick let's snap a selfie - jk

"So um Reed right?" Niall asks, leaning over to my desk. Without even looking up, I just nod my head and continue to ignore him. "I was just wondering why don't you freak out like the rest of the girls? It's not like it bothers me or anything, it's just different."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and flipping my hair over my shoulder. "You see, Mr. Niall, the reason I don't freak out is because I am not a 'Directioner' or whatever you call it. IN my opinion, your band sucks balls and would be better off not even coming to this school," I said, using finger quotations on 'freak out' and 'Directioner'. I just shrugged my shoulders at his shocked expression before turning my gaze back to the white board.

After finally closing his mouth, Niall turned his head back to the board, but not before flicking his gaze over to me. Noticing this, I smirked at him, "Enjoying the view? Take at picture, it'll last longer."

He just rolled his eyes, no longer looking ym way the rest of class.

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Exactly 90 minutes later, the bell rang, causing everyone to jump up and gather their stuff for their next class. Putting my last book into my Roxy bag, Niall leaned over and tapped me on the shoulder, mouth turned into a big smirk,

"So Reed, see you tomorrow then," he smiled, a flash of something running across his eyes. I stared at him for a second, almost letting a smile appear but I quickly covered it up with a scoff, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my bag and left the room.

I pulled out my schedule, looking to see what my next class was, and ah, Psychology it was. 

great

Sitting down in the middle of the Psych class, I pulled out my book, flipping to the page as directed on the board. Just as I was going to put my tote in the empty seat next to me, a boy, no older than me, with curly brown hair pushed back in a hideous green bandana, looked down at me.

"Hey babe, I was thinking I could sit there," he smiled, with a hint of sarcasm peeking through. I reluctantly moved the bag with the roll of my eyes, just as curly slid into the seat.

"So, babe, why aren't you going all crazy when you see me?" I looked at him for a second before replying, "Uh, why would I go crazy over a tattered-looking guy like you?"

"Uh, maybe because I'm Harry Styles?"

oh hell no.

again.

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{UPDATE AS OF JUNE 14, 2014 : I just went through and the story has now been edited up to this point. Currently I am looking for plot ideas or inspiration to update. In the mean time, go check out some of my other stories!}