*Niall's P.O.V*
Joking and laughing, we made our way to a cluster of tables in the back, probably claiming it for the year. I was at the same table as Holly, and Zayn and Louis were at the table in front of us. All of us were were sitting on top of the tables facing each other and chilling. Just as Holly cracked a joke, Melissa came in, her designer heels clacking on the tile floor. My laughter immediately subsided, and everyone noticed.
"What's the matter Niall?" Holly asked. I pointed at the cause, and her face contorted to an understanding expression.
"Oh. . . well, don't pay any attention to her. That's exactly what she wants," Holly said, grabbing my shoulders and making me face her and the rest of the group. I was too distracted by the fact that her brown eyes were sparkling right at me to notice Melissa glaring at our merry group.

"So, what's the plan for the weekend?" Zayn asked.
"How about we go over to Niall's place on Saturday?" Louis suggested. I shook my head.
"Sorry lads, but I have a lesson with Holly on Saturday," I said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She grinned up at me.
"Oi, what kind of lesson, exactly, Niall?" Louis teased, widening his eyes. Holly blushed, but that didn't stop her from smacking his head and ruffling his hair.
"A music lesson, you idiot!" She said, rolling her eyes with a smile. Louis whined about his precious locks while we all laughed at him.
He was demanding Zayn give him a mirror and muttering under his breath about needing more hair gel. Holly finally gave him a mirror from somewhere around the room, and Louis snatched it. Always being the dramatic one, he screamed, flung the mirror behind him, and immediately started digging through Holly's book-bag for a comb.
"Louis Tomlinson!" She protested. He didn't look up at her as he threw books and random objects behind him.
"Yes, Holly Creighton?" He studied a small comb for a second, then tossed it behind him.
"Quit throwing my stuff around the room, and clean it up! What are you looking for anyways?" She asked, picking up the scattered notebooks.
"Something you obviously don't have. Who doesn't have a bottle of hair gel with them?" He asked, giving up on finding a solution to his hair.
"Evidently, me. Why don't you do ask Melissa? She seems she has twenty bottles of every brand," she imitated Melissa by flipping her hair and fluttering her eyelashes in a creepy way. Louis made a face of disgust.
"Her?! I wouldn't talk to her even if you staked me to an anthill!" He exclaimed, appalled by the mere suggestion.
"Well that makes two of us then," she muttered.
"Make that six," I playfully added, making her smile at me again.
"Seriously, don't you carry anything girly? Aren't all girls supposed to have at least five brushes in their backpacks?" He asked.
"I don't because I don't need any of it. It's school– not a fashion show . And we're not supposed to, but the majority of makeup freaks here feel the need to carry double that in lipgloss, hairspray, and brushes," she responded. Louis opened his mouth to reply, but then the teacher walked in.

*Holly's P.O.V*
Mr. Sanders walked in, and everyone instantly fell silent. He frowned upon noticing all the notebooks and the phone that was strewn across the room. Poor person that has to face the wrath of this intimidating– oh crud! It was my stuff! Thanks a lot Louis! The teacher impatiently tapped a foot, waiting for an explanation.
"Who felt the need to strew their personal belongings across my classroom?" He snapped, eyeing everyone.
"Um, excuse me?" I spoke up. His head whipped in my direction, his laser eyes focusing on me.
"Yes, Mrs. Creighton?"
"I'm very sorry, and I'll pick it up, but it's my stuff," I said, practically melting under his glare. He studied me a long moment, pursing his lips.
"Very well. Since it's your first day, and you did confess, I'll let you off with a warning. Only for today," he said, going to his desk. I breathed out a deep sigh of relief, collecting my books and phone and putting it in my bag. I slid back into my seat, playfully punching Louis on the arm. Niall grinned at me and I returned it, taking out my science notebook.

For thirty minutes, Mr. Sanders basically told us what we'll be learning this semester, and he ended class with a surprise.
"Now, since you all are in high school, I will be assigning a project due in two months," he shamelessly announced, earning a million groans, the boys and I included. I knew the teacher was hard, but I didn't think he was this harsh.
"You will have partners, and they will be chosen by me," he added. Our group hopefully glanced at each other.
"Let's see, hmm, how about. . . Lauren and David, Selene and Christi, Annie and Paul, Melissa and. . ." He stopped, studying us. I silently prayed he wouldn't say any of our names.
"Melissa and Tyler, Zayn and Louis, and Holly and Niall. I'll inform you of the project details tomorrow," he concluded. Yes! I'm not with Melissa! And I'm with Niall. . . We fist-bumped each other and Niall high-fived me under the table. I grinned at him and gathered my books as the bell rang.

I went down the hallway to my locker. The boys trailed behind me and went to their lockers, meeting up with Liam and Harry. I got out my Spanish textbook and closed my locker to find Melissa all up in my face. I raised an eyebrow.
"Erm, can I help you?" I asked. She sniffed and flipped her hair in my face.
"Yes. Stay away from them," she warned.
"I could say the same thing to you, but not everything works out. Welcome to the real world," I said, pushing past her and heading to my classroom. I was the only one that was Spanish– Liam was in German, Louis was in French, and Zayn was in Urdu. Niall and Harry went to History and we all agreed to meet outside after our classes were over. Luckily, Melissa was in French; poor Louis.
I sat down in the back of the classroom as the bell rang. The Spanish teacher was less strict then the science teacher– all she had us do was have a conversation with a partner to see what we knew, then she gave us a minor assignment for homework before the bell rang. My first day was finally over!