EDIT: No this is not a one direction fanfiction. I wrote this book before One Direction was even a band. This is like the OG band story. Like 2008 Quizilla. That old. HOWEVER if picturing real people as the guys in this band is what you want to do, please feel free to!

"Iris! Hurry up!" my best friend Chloe urged, pulling on my arm feverishly, tugging me towards the school gates where a massive gaggle of girls were standing. "They'll be arriving any second!"

            "Chloe, I really need to go to the library to print out my essay," I complained, trying to release my arm from her death grip. "Besides, it's freezing!"

            Chloe glanced at me, her chocolate eyes lit up with excitement. "You can print your essay later! This is a once in a life time event!"

            "Chloe, it's going to happen every day for the rest of the year," I told her, rolling my eyes.

            "I know! But Iris! It's Gold! I know you like them as much as I do!"

            "Yeah, I like them," I admitted and successfully yanked my arm away from her. "But this essay is due first period and they'll be around all day—"

            "Oh my God!" Chloe suddenly shrieked, cutting me off. "It's them! Look! Iris, look! It's Gold!"

            Letting out a soft sigh, I followed Chloe's pointing finger, and my eyes landed on a sleek, black limousine. How inconspicuous. Chloe clutched my arm again, her nails digging into my pale skin as a chauffeur climbed out of the vehicle and walked around it to the back passenger door to open it. As he did, Chloe let out an excited squeal.

            After a moment, a mop of blonde hair the exact same shade as Chloe's appeared as a young man climbed out of the limousine. A few locks of his messy hair fell in his face, and he quickly brushed them out of the way with his hand, revealing his piercing green eyes. Even from a distance, I could see their dazzling color.

            "Noah! It's Noah!" Chloe cried, looking at me with wide eyes. "Look!"

            I couldn't help but laugh at Chloe's reaction. Even after knowing her for four years, how overexcited she got about something was still funny. She was like a puppy. "Chloe, I know who he is," I told her.

            Noah Alexander, age eighteen, high school senior, and the bassist to the extremely popular boy band Gold. It was hard not to know who he was. His handsome face was plastered all over the covers of all the popular magazines, like The Rolling Stone. In person though, he looked a lot taller (at least six feet) and fitter than in all the photos of him. Even more attractive, as well.

            Noah's eyes swept over the crowd of girls crowded by the school gate, a grin spreading across his face. He waved his arms excitedly, trying to acknowledge everyone. Then suddenly he stumbled forwards, his mouth forming a surprised o. Amused, I raised an eyebrow as a second male emerged from the depth of the limousine. This caused Chloe to gasp, squeezing my arm painfully again. "Iris! It's—"

            "Luke Parker," I interjected, knowing what she was about to say, glancing back at the young man who was now out of the limousine. "I know who he is too."

            Luke Parker, also age eighteen, also high school senior, and the drummer to Gold. He had shaggy, dark hair that gave him the striking look of a bad boy. Lip piercing and all. Just like Noah, Luke looked a lot better in person. He wasn't as tall as Noah, but he was still at least a good four inches taller than my five-foot five. Luke blew kisses to the crowd and I smiled a little, glad he seemed just as friendly as Noah.

            Now the only person left in the limousine had to be the most famous band member out of the three: Rian Drew, the lead singer and guitarist of Gold. He was eighteen and a senior like the other two boys, and just as handsome. Excited squeals and screams came from the audience as messy, pecan blonde hair appeared, quickly followed by a slender body. Bright cerulean eyes darted around the crowd of girls as Rian took them all in, looking confused. His lost-puppy-dog expression earned an aww from Chloe.

            Then he looked past everyone and directly at me. My eyes widened in surprise when our gazes locked and I immediately I looked down, my heart skipping a beat. With a shake of my head, my brunette locks fell in front of my face, cutting off all contact.

            "You totally just made eye contact with Rian!" Chloe whispered excitedly.

            "It was an accident," I muttered, slowly raising my eyes back to the trio by the limousine.

            Rian wasn't looking this way any more and I relaxed a little, taking in the group of boys before me. All of them were dressed in my school's mandatory school uniform; navy blue, plaid slacks; a white shirt; a solid, navy blue blazer; and a matching tie. I've always thought guys looked good in our uniform, but the way they wore it, made it look more than good. They made it look drop-dead gorgeous.

            Noah started talking, but Chloe and I were too far away to be able to hear him. "Let's go closer," Chloe urged.

            I shook my head, taking a step away from her, and once again unlatching her arm from mine. "Go by yourself if you want to. I've really got to hurry to the library and print out my essay. Besides, I'm getting frost-bitten."

            Chloe rolled her eyes. "You take school so seriously."

            "That's because some of us actually have to get good grades to go here," I snapped at her. "Not all of us are rich."

            Chloe frowned. "Oh, yeah, I forgot you were here on scholarship. Sorry."

            "Forget it," I murmured, pulling my jacket around me tighter.

            "But I bet you're glad you studied so hard to get in here," Chloe continued, sending me a cheeky grin. "Who would have guessed out of all the schools in America, Gold would choose Oakwood Academy."

            "Who knows?" I responded, shrugging. "I don't see why they transferred though. Who transfers schools halfway through their senior year? It seems like a waste to me..."

            Christmas break had just ended, and today was the first day back. It was also the first day of Gold's arrival. Why they were suddenly transferring to my private school, I had no idea, but most of the girls here were very excited about it, and even some of the guys. All Christmas break people in my grade had been posting statuses and tweeting, bragging about how Gold was coming to our school.

            "Oh my god! They're coming this way!" Chloe cried, reaching for my arm again.

            Ducking left, I managed to avoid her. When I glanced up to the gates, I saw the trio coming toward us, the crowd of girls following behind them like lost puppies. For a second I watched the group with an amused smile on my face, but then I turned, and started heading back to the school building, deciding I didn't want to get tangled up in that.

            "Hey!" Chloe called frantically. "Where are you going?"

            "Essay," I responded, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll see you at lunch."

            Chloe grumbled something, but I didn't quite catch it. It sounded something like spoil sport, which made me laugh quietly. Passing through the school's large, marble entryway, I hurried to the left and up the stairs to the second floor where our colossal library was located. It probably held every book known to man. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it contained more than that. My footsteps echoed in the polished halls as I hastened down them, earning curious looks from the few students milling about. Apparently they didn't have an essay to hand in first period.

            "Hello, Iris," the librarian, Ms. Rigolo, greeted me with a smile as I entered the library, relishing in its warmth. "What's up?"

            I held up my hand that held my flash drive. "Printing out an essay."

            "Ah," she responded. "Feel free to use the computers in the back."

            "Thanks."

            She continued to smile at me as I made my way toward the back of the library. As soon as my back was turned to her, I let my own smile drop. Even though she seemed nice, Ms. Rigolo was incredibly vicious. If there was one thing you didn't want to do, it was get on her bad side. That meant Hell every time you entered the library, and nobody wanted that.

            Fortunately the computer I sat at was already on, so all I had to do was stick my flash drive into it and open my word document. I scanned it quickly for any noticeable errors, and then made sure I had the proper formatting, font size, and page alignment. My English teacher was a stickler for MLA format, and I'd lose points if I wasn't careful. When I was satisfied with how my essay looked, I hit the print button. From the front of the library I could hear the printer going, so I quickly logged out of the computer.

           Loud, raucous laughter filled the room just as I pulled my flash drive out of the Mac. Grimacing, I prayed for the poor souls who were making the racket. Ms. Rigolo was going to eat them alive. However, when no scolding came and the laughter continued, I turned to see what was going on. Ms. Rigolo never allowed so much noise.

            A small gasp of surprise left my lips when I realized the trio from Gold were in the library. They were standing around the front desk where Ms. Rigolo, and the printer, were. I quickly glanced at the clock on the wall. Five minutes until class started, and I still needed to go to my locker. But I didn't want to go get my essay with the boys up there. However, time betrayed me and within a minute I was boldly walking up to the front desk.

            "Excuse me," I mumbled, sounding quieter than I'd meant to.

            All three boys turned to look at me and I quickly dropped my eyes to the ground so I wouldn't have to look at them. I'd probably blush or do something stupid. Still, I felt their eyes on me and it took all I had not to return their gazes. If there was one thing I didn't want to do, it was embarrass myself by staring at them. And it would be hard not to: they were Gold, after all.

            "You need something, Iris?"

            "Essay," I said, automatically looking up at her. Unsurprisingly, my eyes drifted, and I found all the boys staring curiously at me, and I then somehow I was locking gazes with Luke.

            "Whoa," he started, his eyes widening slightly. "I can see where you get your name from. Blue iris, huh? That's my favorite flower," he added with a lopsided grin that was adorable.

            My mouth went a little dry. A member of Gold had complimented me. But instead of saying thanks, like, I should've, I just mumbled a "sure" and turned my attention back to the librarian. "Can I have my essay now? It's in the printer..."

            "I'll get it for you."

            My eyes shot back up to Luke, who was still grinning at me. For a moment I stared into his grey eyes, mesmerized. When he blinked I finally managed to pull myself away from him and forcefully focused on my shoes. Damn, it was hard not to stare.

            A piece of paper and hand suddenly appeared in my downcast vision, and I instantly recognized the paper as my essay. Once again, I turned my head up, expecting to see the arm attached to Luke, but to my surprise, it was attached to Noah. He shook the paper in my face and I quickly took it from his hands so it wouldn't get wrinkled. "Thanks," I said with a small smile.

            Noah shrugged. "No problem."

            "I'm going to homeroom now," I said, looking at Ms. Rigolo. "I'll probably see you later today."

            Ms. Rigolo held up a hand. "Hold on a minute. After I finish printing out these boys' schedule, would you show them to their homeroom? I believe it's the same as yours."

            I stared at the librarian incredulously. She wanted me to bring the boys to their homeroom? Me, who could barely look at them? Why couldn't she get one of the other girls to do it? I quickly glanced around the library and realized that I was the only other person in here besides Gold and Ms. Rigolo. A small sigh escaped my lips and I nodded my head begrudgingly.

            "Okay, good," Ms. Rigolo replied, holding up a smile pile of paper. "Noah Alexander...?"

            "That's me," Noah said, shaking his blonde hair out of his face. Ms. Rigolo smiled and handed him his schedule.

            "Luke Parker?"

            "Me," Luke responded, holding out his hand.

            "And you must be Rian Drew," Ms. Rigolo declared, turning to Rian after she gave Luke his schedule.

            Rian made a sound of agreement, taking the paper from her. I glanced at Rian out of the corner of my eye. He happened to glance at me at the same time, and our gazes met. A smile came onto his face and I quickly turned away, swallowing nervously. I had no idea how I was supposed to act around celebrities! Normal? Was I supposed to be extra polite? Was I supposed to fawn over them? What would they want? Probably not for someone to avoid all contact with them, I supposed, mentally berating myself.

            "So, Noah and Rian are in your homeroom, Iris, and Luke is next door, in Ms. Hallet's room," Ms. Rigolo told me, running a hand through her bushy hair in a failed attempt to smooth it down. "Can you handle it?"

            "Uh-huh," I responded, holding my essay a little tighter in my hand.

            She nodded. "Good. Now hurry, or you'll be late."

            Without further ado, I started walking towards the exit of the library, gesturing over my shoulder with my hand for the boys to follow me. Their footfalls told me they were obeying, so I sped up a little. After we left the library I felt someone tug on my hand. "Hey!"

            I stopped, pausing to face Noah, who was frowning. "What?"

            "Can we stop at our lockers first?" he requested, looking down at his schedule. "Luke, Rian, and I all have them in a row, so it will only take a minute..."

            "What's your locker number?"

            "Umm, 1034."

            I blinked in surprise. My locker number was 1035. A small bubble of excitement crept up in me, but I hastily shoved it away. Just because we were locker neighbors didn't mean we would be friends.

            "So can we?" Noah repeated, giving me an intense pleading look. "Please?"

            "You don't have to say please," I muttered, adverting my gaze yet again. "We can stop. Luckily for us, our lockers are right outside our homeroom."

             "Us? So we're locker buddies?" Luke chirped, and I glanced over my shoulder to where he and Rian were walking side-by-side, a few feet behind Noah and myself.

            I cracked a grin at him. Locker buddies. I liked the sound of that. "Guess so."

            Rian looked at me, a grin also on his face. "You should feel special. You're locker buddies with Gold."

            "Don't be too modest," I teased, before facing forward again. Secretly, I was pleased. First, it was exciting to be locker buddies with the band, and second, they didn't seem like the stuck-up celebrities you saw portrayed T.V shows. Maybe we would end up becoming friends.

            The trip to the lockers took longer than it should have. Every few seconds we were stopped by a bunch of tittering girls, and the boys had to promise them they'd talk later. I was impressed by their attitudes. They were extraordinarily amiable. When we finally made it to our set of lockers, I stopped in front of mine, spreading my arms out.

            "Here we are," I told the group. "This is your locker, Noah," I began, pointing to the locker to the left mine.

            "So that means this one is mine," Luke mused, stepping to the locker that was to the right of mine.

            I stood in front of my locker while Luke and Noah began to spin the combinations to their lockers. Rian stared at me with an eyebrow raised, and I stared back at him for a few seconds until he finally cleared his throat. "Can you move over a little?" he requested, jerking his head to the side. "I need to get to my locker too..."

            My eyebrows furrowed and I checked behind me quickly to make sure I was standing in front of my locker. 1035. That was right. I turned back to Rian, shaking my head slightly. "You might want to re-check your schedule; this is my locker."

            Rian pursed his lips, his gaze turning to the piece of paper in his hand. After a second he looked back at me, his expression puzzled. "It says my locker is 1035."

            "Let me see your schedule," I demanded, holding out my hand.

            "Sure."

            He placed the piece of paper in my hand, and I quickly scanned over it to where his locker number was located. Confusion ran through me when I realized that it did indeed say his locker was 1035, and below it was my locker combination.

            "Um, I think they messed up," I finally said, handing Rian's schedule back to him. "This is my locker."

            A small smirk appeared on Rian's face. "It is, is it?"

            I nodded. "Yep. Since Freshman year."

            Noah laughed from my right. "Well, I guess you two will be taking locker buddies to the next level, eh?"

            I narrowed my eyes at Noah in confusion. "What do you mean?"

            "Since you have to share the locker," Noah explained. "You're like, extreme locker buddies."

            "Share?" Rian and I uttered at the same time, glancing at each other.

            Noah nodded. "You're not going to refuse to let Rian use it, are you?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

            I immediately shook my head. "No! I won't, but this is my locker... I'm sure if we talk to someone in the office then—"

            "Aw, are you going to separate us?" Luke whined. "It'd be so handy to have all of our lockers in a row!"

             "But..."

            Noah nudged my shoulder. "Come on, it won't be that bad. You'll be sharing a locker with the lead singer of Gold. You should feel like the luckiest girl on earth right now."

            "But," I repeated pathetically, knowing there was no way I could win this fight.

           "Thank you for your understanding," Rian interjected, reaching an arm past me, and beginning to spin the combination for the lock. "I don't use a locker that much, so it won't be that bad."

            I chewed on my bottom lip, not saying anything. It'd be so much easier if Rian just asked for a locker change. It was my locker after all... but still. It was Rian, and if I had to share a locker with anyone, it was awesome that it was the lead singer of Gold. And let's face it— I knew if I had the chance to get Rian a new locker, I probably wouldn't take it.

            "It won't be that bad," Rian promised me with a happy smile. "You'll see. I'll be an awesome extreme locker buddy."

            Nodding, I smiled right back at him. I had a feeling the last half of my senior year was going to be the most interesting six months of my life.

                                               _____________________________

Yes, it's back. Told you I never give up on my stories. All it needed was time. I gave it time, re-read it about a year later, I'm ready to write it again. Just because I need something different..... and I just want to end AES. So blah.

I didn't change it that much, so don't worry. I should've, because I've changed as a writer, but I'm still satisfied. And it's actually proofread. I know, I'm surprised I did it too.