AYE NEW UPDATE HOMIES!!
And also two new stories
So guys, this is rock bottom for me. I officially spend all my time on Wattpad.
Love you guys!!
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"So... are you liking your classes so far?" Caroline glanced up at me. I sighed, thinking it over very carefully.
"Most of it I've already learned, so they're all a bit boring. The...well some," I glanced at a couple snogging in the halls, a bit fearful for the girl's lip. He was gnawing it off. I glanced away, a bit sickened. "Are nice."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." She stopped in front of a classroom. "This is your class. Don't worry Harry, she keeps her classes quick paced. Don't judge her too harshly." A fondness appeared in her eyes as she spoke, and I wondered what the connection was. She smiled, blushing. "Bye."
"See you around. And thanks." Her cheeks turned a bright red as she mumbled a reply and rushed off.
Sighing, I slipped into the classroom unseen for the first two seconds. "Ah, our new student!" I froze, and turned. She was tiny, dressed in plaid and black, with a wide smile and dark red hair, bottle dyed.
Maybe around twenty five. "Hey!" She grinned up at me. "I'm Mrs. Peters, your art teacher. Come introduce yourself to the class!" I sighed, silently begging her with my eyes not to make me.
When I saw she wasn't going to budge, I moved slowly to the front. "Aye. I'm Harry." I moved to sit back down, bit she shook her head.
"Tell us about you, Harry." She announced. That's when Zayn strolled in, late. She narrowed her eyes.
"Zayn, how kind and thoughtful of you to show up for us."
"How egocentric of you." He scolded, before smirking at me. "I didn't show up for you. I showed up for my sexually confused friend, Harry." I blushed when he came and threw his arm around me, before swatting it off.
"I am not sexually confused!" I snap. He chuckles, his sexy smirk on.
The class begins to laugh at our bantering before the teacher steps in. "Zayn, take your seat." She says warily. "And Harry, you may continue."
I groan. "I'm new here. All I really want to say is don't call me Harold. I swear to fuc-" I glance at the teacher, to see her pretending not to hear. I smile genuinely. "Call me Harold and I will fucking kill you."
There is only around fourteen students in all, and me and Zayn shoot together. "So I heard you had sex with an elephant trunk." He states casually, picking at his nail, while meanwhile I start choking.
"I what!?! Where'd you hear that?" I shriek. He laughs.
"Me." He grins. "Just now." I smack his arm, before noticing how incredibly loud and girly I am acting.
"Bloody Hell Zayn. You have some kinky ass thoughts." I feel my face scrunch up as a picture gets put into my mind. Oh, disgusting. "I'm a virgin, anyways." I state.
"Bro, don't say that aloud. You know how fucking low that makes you sound?" He asks, though he's smiling.
"I don't care. I'm waiting." I state firmly, before drawing a hand turkey. Yes, I am a failure at art.
"God, you're so naive." Don't talk to yourself, love. I want to say, being he's a god and all, but I just blush and draw little tiny feet.
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I don't even know, honestly. I feel as if this chapter is rushed...
Oh well. I love you guys. Stay strong.
All the love, x
