Sex Lessons |z.h.|

17

Niall walked down the corridors of the school with his head bowed down. He didn't feel like particularly attending any classes or even interacting with people. The only reason why he was here was because of his parents telling him to get some education. The blonde rolled his eyes, walking towards his locker to get his books. For a second he wondered whether Liam would be there waiting for him or not but when he couldn't see the brunette anywhere, he decided that their relationship was probably done and over with. Niall tugged on his bracelets, trying to keep the tears at bay. It hurt him to know that Liam was probably never going to come back. He thought they would last forever, Liam was his one true love after all, but all good things do come to an end. 

A part of him was confused. Was it so wrong that he wanted to take things slow? Niall didn't understand that. He was in such a rush of emotions that he had texted Liam to come to his place all because he wanted to be a good boyfriend, all because he wanted to make up for everything he had done with Zayn by giving Liam his first time. Niall was almost certain that if he had actually felt good that day, maybe gotten into the mood to get fucked, he wouldn't have told Liam to stop. He just wished his ex lover would've taken it slow rather than just jumping on him. But then again, Niall did text him to come to his house for just sex. To just prove to himself that he can give his all to the one guy he thought he loved with his all. 

The light buzz from his phone bought him out of his thoughts. Niall quickly shoved his bag pack inside the locker while taking out with biology text books with the other hand before finally getting his phone out of the small purse he was carrying. Now that Liam wasn't around to tell him what he liked and disliked, the blonde had just gone back to his comfortable clothes. Them being his signature pastel pink mini skirt and a white loose top to go with it. He hadn't given much thought to his make up today, being emotionally drained and just so damn confused does take a toll on you. 

He opened the messaging app, shaking his head when he saw that it was just a simple text from Louis informing him that he was going to be late. Niall didn't think much of it and quickly walked towards his classroom, trying to focus more on how shiny and bright his shoes were rather than the eyes that were definitely following him around. There was a hushed whisper going by and Niall wondered whether the news of what had happened between him and Liam had already reached the other people but when someone whispered 'new student', Niall quickly sighed out in relief , glad that for once people weren't going to talk about him. 

Getting inside the classroom, he quickly sat on the chair at the far end of the class. He wasn't a particularly bright student but he wasn't the dumbest one either. He was probably somewhere in the middle. The kid who doesn't fail any classes but doesn't score the highest points either. Niall was that average kid. Unknowingly, his thoughts found their way back to Zayn. Was he wrong to have just broken all contacts from Zayn like that? It had only been one day, not more than that and he could always go up to the Pakistani's house and apologize but something kept on holding him back. Maybe it was Safaa's words running through his head , telling him again and again that he was a cheater and a slut. It was surprising how a little girl could just make you hate yourself so much more. 

The blonde quickly shrugged all the thoughts aside once the teacher walked inside the classroom with a huge smile on her face. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion because the last time he had checked, Ms. Latifa wasn't the happiest teacher in town. In fact, Niall was sure that he had only ever seen her angry or just annoyed at everything. It was a good kind of change to see her smiling even though it looked creepy and just not right. 

"As you all know, we've got a new student here all the way from France and I want all of you to be nice towards him," The teacher winked at the classroom making Niall cringe because when a forty five year old lady smiles like that and just suddenly starts winking at you, it does become a little odd. He was positive now that this new student was definitely a ladies man. Niall rolled his eyes, crossing his arms at his chest as he waited for the new kid to walk inside the classroom. He could just feel the anticipation building up as Ms. Latifa talked on and on about how the new kid should not be bullied and he should just feel right at home. "You can come inside now." The female teacher smiled widely at the doorway, a strange glint filling her eyes as the boy walked inside with a small smile playing on his pink lips.