Kylie's POV
Algebra class was boring, no surprise there. We learned about a number theory, but I was too busy thinking about whether I would make any friends. Cait and I compared schedules and we have art and chemistry together! I have always loved drawing since I was a little girl, so I was pretty excited about art class. I am glad that someone I know will be with me in my classes. I walk down the long hallway of what it seems like endless blue lockers on my way to lunch. The food here better be good, because I forgot to pack my lunch today. I am looking down at my feet, to prevent me from looking awkwardly into someones eyes. I see a foot stretched out, but before I can react, my face hits the cold tile. Everyone starts laughing at me. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. This is just what I need on my first day of a new school. There is now a whole crowd gathered around me. My books are spilled all over the floor. I want to cry. I see a hand stretched out to me. My eyes trail up his arm to see the face of the kind person who helped me up. I freeze, when I see the most beautiful human being ever. He has dark, curly hair that is whiffed up in the most perfect way. His eyes were a brilliant green, and they were the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He is wearing simple black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt. And that smile, oh that smile. Don't even get me started. He pulls me up, and smiles up at me again with bright eyes. Even though there is a whole crowd around me, he seems to be the only person I notice. I tune out all the laughing and pointing, and just focus on him. He is easily seven inches taller than me. He says, in the most adorable voice possible, "Are you okay? I'm Harry. Whats your name?" I think my heart just turned into mush. I don't even know him but he is the sweetest person I have ever met. I can't seem to find words. "Um, yeah. I'm fine, and uh, my name is Kylie..." I manage to stutter. Holy babe. He looks pretty popular, he has like a small posse of cute guys. "Let me walk you to class," he offers. I rarely wear makeup or 'dress to impress' unless I'm forced to, and he seems like the type of guy who would like a girl in a short dress, and a cake face full of makeup. But he actually wants to walk me to class. Finally, this day is turning out alright.
