I skimmed my weak, chapped hands through the garments hung up in my closet. "senior year" I mumbled glumly. "can't wait" I sighed as I took out a pair of blue jeans and a pretty lace top. I was never into getting dressed up every since I got into high school. Mainly because getting dressed up consisted of getting "whored up". I guess I just wasn't that type of girl. After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I brushed my hair and tied it into a braid, letting it fall over my shoulder. I took the wet cloth that had been laying on my bathroom counter and dragged in gently over my face. I sighed reviewing myself. I wish I would have worn a skirt or dress but, I wasn't in the mood for Tiffany's side comments about my "thunder thighs". I looked down at my legs shaking my head in disappointment.
"Gia!" I heard my sister call. "you're going to be late. Lets go!" I grabbed my bag before jogging down the stairs. "bye dad." I rushed up to my father, who was smiling at me whilst taking a sip of coffee. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading in to my car. It was crappy, nevertheless but, it was still a car. And, I was thankful for that. I started up the car, ready to leave when my sister interrupted my thoughts. "Gia! what about breakfast?" Maggie called from inside. "Already had some!" I lied before backing out of my garage and heading for the one and only "school of hell."
I slammed my locker shut, when someone talked me from behind. "Hey Em." I laughed. I turned around and hugged her. There before me stood Emily McTraverson, best friend since 2nd grade. "oh come on. cheer up. Its senior year!" she exclaimed, linking her arm with mine, as we walked our way to our first class. "we need to be more happy! Lets make a change this year!" she smiled. I nodded happily. It filled my heart with joy to know Emily was feeling more happy than last time I saw her....and every time before that. You see, Emily has the same problem I do; depression, anxiety. Mine tends to be more fucked up, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get unpredictably depressed. I remember last time I slept over her house, she nearly cried herself to sleep
I walked into History, One face catching my eye instantly. His eyes were glued to his book, lips parted, hoodie covering his curls. Just the sight of him made me blush. Some girls thought he was Hot. some girls thought he was a freak. But, me? I though he was just fine the way he was. Something about him just drew me in. His eyes flickered to the group of girls nearly drooling over him then flickered back to his novel, a smirk played upon his lips. Luckily, I was in the back of the room, Sitting next to Emily. Harry Styles. He was known as the "bad boy" Some even said that he was arrested a few times for drunk driving and bar fights. The clicking sound of high heels shook me out from my day dreaming, confirming class was starting. 'mmm. History, my favorite.' I thought sarcastically to myself before directing my attention towards Ms.Hilton.


Harry's P.O.V
The room was filled with groups of chatter as I carried on reading my book. "Harold." Ms. Hilton made her way towards my desk. "Don't you want to talk with your friends for the last 10 minutes of class?" she asked innocently. "This isn't really my crowd." I replied, looking straight in Ms. Hilton eyes, then flickering my eyes towards her chest and back to her brown orbs. what! she's single and in her middle 20's. I'm eighteen, no harm done. "Well," she said seductively bending down to whisper in my ear. "After Lunch, how about I give you some company for about an hour or so?" she winked. the bell rang through my ears, as I picked up my things. : see you then." I smirked, making my way out of class. I was about to step out of the classroom when I bumped into someone, making my books drop. "I'm so sorry!" a delicate voice apologized. I looked up to find a pair of sparling green eyes looking down at me.
I laughed along with Emily as I made my way down the isle of desks, when I bumped into something hard, making books dropped. "I'm so sorry!" I apologized as the tall boy picked up his books. I looked down to see a pair of beautiful green orbs sparkling up at me. "No problem, love." My eyes widened as I came to realization that there in front of me stood Harry styles. "Sorry again" I mumbled, before rushing out of the room. I hoped he would save me the embarrassment and not talk to me again....Yet, I was dead wrong.

Notes

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