In math class the next day, I still thought the lesson was pretty foreign. This Styles guy actually shows up and sits literally right in front of me.
"Um....what are you doing?"
"Sitting." He says without even turning around.
I sigh and continue to not pay attention.
I find myself looking at his curls. His hair is long, really long and it falls just the right way.
When Mr. Fill turns around, Styles turns to look at me.
"So what's your story?" He whispers.
"What?"
"Why are you this dark, depressing soul of a teenage girl? We've all got our stories."
"And you don't need to know mine."
He seems pretty dark and mysterious as well, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in his story.
He smirks, "Come on, princess."
"Don't call me that. Who the hell do you thing you are?"
"You need to loosen up."
"And you need to stop telling me what the hell to do." I snap back.
He rolls his eyes and turns back around.
When the bell rings, I'm out of that classroom. I walk quickly down the hall, making my way to the next dreadful class.
"Ya know, you can't be a downer forever."
His voice startles me. I jump and spin around to see the Styles boy standing behind me.
"What the hell do you want? Stop following me!"
"Look, I shouldn't have said what I said the other day. It was wrong of me. But you can't hide forever."
"What the hell are you talk about?"
"Like I said, we all have a story. Whatever yours is might have damaged you enough, but you've got to let it go."
"You know nothing about me." I say.
He takes a step towards me and lowers his head to my ear. "I know enough."
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