The Boy with the Butterfly Tattoo

Chapter One

*Harry*

I stroll down the hallway, walking extra slow. I was supposed to be in Trig II ten minutes ago, but I hate the teacher. I'm not going to show up early to a class I don't like. Haha. Like I actually like certain classes.

Mr. Gold glanced at me in disgust as I waltzed into the class nonchalantly.

"You're late, again, Mr. Styles" he said.

"My bad."

Mr. Gold flared his nostrils in anger. "I'm not kidding, Styles. You'd better not be late to class tomorrow."

I smirked. "Or what?"

"Or, you've got detention for a week."

"Ooh, I'm shaking." I said and the class bursted into giggles. I winked at the red headed babe to my right. She blushed and looked down at her notebook.

Class went on as I cracked jokes and got yelled at constantly. Same as usual.

Finally, the God forsaken bell rang. It's about time! I felt like I'd been in there forever.

I walked out of class and down the stairs to the first floor. There's one more period left, but I ditched. I'm honestly not in the mood. And, I'm really hungry.

I reached the pizza shop in a couple of minutes. I held the door for a pretty brunette with blue eyes and she smiled.

"Thanks."

I winked at her. "My pleasure." She giggles and walks off. In the pizzeria, the owners nephew waved at me. "Nice to see ya, Haz."

"Hey Geoff. Lemme' get a slice of extra cheese, and a can of Pepsi."

Geoff turned around. "You got it."

I hopped into one of the red plastic seats. There were at least two at every table. Definitely not the place for me to hang out with girls. I'd need at least four seats. Not that I'm a player or anything. I just happen to attract a lot of girls. If I ever have a serious girlfriend, I'd be committed. I'm not a BAD guy.

Geoff walked up to me and handed me my food. I scarfed down the food in five minutes flat. As I got up to throw away my trash, the door to the pizzeria opened up. My gaze fixed on the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She's tall and curvy, she's tan and has gorgeous light brown eyes. She tossed her dark brown hair over her shoulder and I almost fainted.

This girl isn't like any other girl I've ever seen. She's special. I'm instantly drawn to her. I feel like we belong together. Like she's mine. I have to talk to her. I've never felt this way about a girl before.

I walked up to her, hands in my back pockets. I swallowed the lump in my throat and opened my mouth to speak.

"Hello." I smiled.

She looked up at me. "Hey."

"I'm Harry, and you are?"

"Ana. My name's Ana." She says.

"That's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." I said

She smiled and we stare into each others eyes until her friend whispered something into her ear. Her smile fades and she almost looks afraid.

"N-nice meeting y-you." She stuttered, "but I really must g-go."

I wave as she quickly walked away. She looked back at me once, before she headed outside.

I stood in the same spot wondering what in the world her friend whispered to her.

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