I stand in front of my last hour class and listen to the teacher introduce me. "Class, this is Kait. She's from America. Do you have any questions?" A few boy's hands go up and one girl's. The teacher calls on the girl and she asks,
"What state were you from?"
"Michigan." I reply, quietly. The teacher calls on another hand and he asks,
"What's your number?"
"112..." I say smiling,"I don't like to give my number out." I hear a small chuckle from the back of the class and look to the source. A curly haired boy with vibrant green eyes sits, raising his hand. The teacher calls on a different boy and he asks,
"What's your sign?"
"I'll give you a hint: it's shaped like and octagon and its red. It's a stop sign. Stop flirting with me, please. It's wierd." I reply. Again, my eyes meet the curly haired boy's and he smiles. For a moment, I feel sick, like I was going to throw up, and I went pale for a moment.
"Are you alright?" The teacher asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, brushing the feeling away and standing up straight,"I'm not too good with speaking in front of people."
"Ok. Good thing there's only one person left." She says, nodding towards the boy in the back,"Harry?"
"How old are you?" he asks in a raspy voice. Something about him was just unsettling.
"I'm.. I'm 16.. You?" I say quietly.
"17..." He says smiling. The entire class kept shifting their gaze between Harry and I in an uncomfortable silence, until the teacher says,
"The only empty seat left is next to Harry, so I guess you'll sit there." I nod and hug my things close to my chest, walking back to my seat. I feel all eyes on me and I hear whispers around the room.
"Are you alright, Kaitlyn..?" He asks.
"How do you know my full first name?" I question.
"Your schedule..." He replies.
"Oh... um, yeah, I'm fine..."
"You don't feel well, do you?"
"Not really... how'd you know?"
"You're deathly pale. Either you're scared shitless, or you're not feeling well. I haven't done anything terrifying yet, so you shouldn't be afraid."
"Yet?" I question.
"Yeah.." He states, a ghost of a smile on his lips. When I catch myself staring for longer than needed, I rip my gaze away from his and look at the board. The rest of the hour seems to speed by, then, the bell rings and everyone gets up and leaves the class. I grab my stuff and walk out of the room, grabbing my stuff from my locker and heading outside.
"Hey! Hey! New girl!" A tall boy with black hair shouts. I turn around and he says,
"You sit by Harry last hour, yeah?"
"Yeah... Why?" I ask.
"He's... he's not right... You know, in the head.." He explains.
"Well.. Ok then.. That's not very nice to say.." I say laughing slightly.
"No, I mean, he's.. I have no clue how to explain it to you.. um, have you got a computer at home?"
"Yeah, I do... but, I've really got to go.." I say walking away. He steps in front of me, grabbing my wrists. I gasp and try to pull away from him, and he says,
"Please.. Listen to me.. don't get too close to him..."
"Why?" I ask.
"Could I come over? I'd like to show you. It can be hard to explain..." he replies.
"I've just met you... I'm not going to let you come over right away.."
"But-"
"I'm sorry, I can't.. I have to go.." I say, jogging off.
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Insane (COMPLETED)
FanfictionKaitlyn Carson moves to a new house in a quiet little town. She thinks it's perfect. That is, until Zayn Malik and Harry Styles get involved. Harry has been in an insane asylum for something he may or may not have done. When the past is brought up...
