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As soon as I made a step into the lockers area, I automatically got started at into the matter of a second. I've always hated school. Since I got into High School, I couldn't tell why but people have always seemed to feel that kind of need to hurt me, as if they enjoyed it when I'd get hurt. And no matter what they'd have to do to get to hurt me, they'd always do it.

I've always been one of the first people to step into class, and this has not changed. I guess you could say I just don't like being late. Classes should begin in a few minutes. I dropped my books onto my usual desk and started to review my notes to be a hundred percent prepared for the exam that had been announced by our history teacher a week ago. It is only when I pull my head up for a few seconds that I see someone.

New face, I thought.

Weirdly enough, I couldn't get myself to look away from this new guy that had just stepped into the class. I think he catches my glance, because when he notices me, he quickly makes his way to the back of the class and takes the desk located next to mine. Who is he?

Why would some absolutely attractive guy come and sit beside me? I peek at him and quickly memorize of his look. Pretty tall, maybe 5'11. His eyes are of some captivating green color and his curly locks are some dark brown. Damn is he hot. He pulled his head up to look up at me again, and I flush scarlet because I know damn well that he's all I've been looking at since he got into this classroom, and he knows it too.

Who is he?

What's his name?

Where's he from?

"Hi. I'm Harry. I'm new in here, I just moved from London." He answers my unspoken question.

"Hi Harry. I'm Alexis, but you can call me Lexi. And I noticed you were new, I'd never seen you before. I've always wanted to travel to England, it seems so nice in there." I answer nervously.

"Well that's a lovely name."

"Thank you, I guess." He slightly opens his mouth as if to say something, but the ringing of the bell cuts him off. And I realize that I haven't written anything onto my sheet. I left my exam blank. I am so screwed.

I slowly make my way into the hallway to get out of class but I get stopped by Harry catching my wrist, asking me to wait for him. The contact of his hand is warm on my skin, a feeling I'm not used to. If I'm being honest, I do not know how to act around people. I've barely ever had any friends because people always try and avoid me.

"What class have we got next?" he asks quickly

"I've got english. Thought I don't know about your schedule."

"Wait, let me check." He pauses.

"We're in the same classes. My next class is also english."

"That's great." I say calmly, thought deep down I'm pretty relieved that I've got classes with him.

"It's crazy the crowd of people in here!"

"You're going to get used to it, don't worry."

I take a desk at the back of the room and Harry joins me.

I get distracted by Harry's voice, and I work out that he's actually talking to me.

"Lexi, could you pass me a pencil please?"

I absentmindedly hand him over a pencil and go back to my notes.

Class finally ends after what seems like a week. I pick up my stuff and walk quickly enough to get to the lockers area before everyone so that I do not get stuff thrown at me again, but harry catches up with me pretty fast and stops me on my race.

"Do you want to have lunch with me?" he asks, breathless.

"I'd be glad to." I reply without hesitation,

So we casually head out to the cafeteria. This is all so new to me. Having lunch with someone, even just having someone that doesn't look horrified every time they get near me. It's so relieving.

As we were eating, harry explained why he was in here. He left London because his parents had to move in America to get a promotion they got offered at work. So they moved down here in New York City. The following day went by calmly. At my own surprise, Harry gave me hid phone number before he left school and asked me to text him when I'd get home. I was so happy. I had a friend. Someone I could trust, someone that would look over for me, someone that would finally want me to be happy, someone who would care.

A.N ; alright so this is the start of the new version of this fanfic. I will still have to make some changes onto this chapter thought because since I was well started on it I decided to do the prologue + the first chapter finally. I'll probably make some changes to this one tomorrow and I will also do the second and maybe the third chapter as well. Hope you enjoyed this better than the old one. Give me feedbacks maybe? Thanks for reading !