laughing at the pic
it kinda reminded of this first part lmao
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He stared at me. He stared at me lot. I don't know why. His glare always burned into my sides as the clock ticked loudly in front of the classroom.
I never talked in class. Maybe once when someone asks me a question, but other than that, never. I was very quite and shy.
There was a new kid here that came in two days ago. I don't know his name. All he does is stare at me. I get really uncomfortable.
I must admit he is very attractive. Brown small curls starting from the top and leaving off with big ones at the ends of hair. Green eyes, soft skin, and perfect pink lips. I would kiss them all day if I could.
He was wearing black skinny jeans, as always. Is his blood circulation still flowing with those pants on? Not sure. Finishing off with dark blue shirt with some black boots.
He wore similar outfits almost everyday expect he has different shirts.
He also has tattoos all a long his left arm and I think some on his chest.
My teacher on the other hand was talking about some partner project we have to do.
I sighed. I hated partner projects because most of the time they make you do all of the work.
I usually work by myself, but this time I have no choice.
Not a lot of people want to be with me because I don't talk or they find me boring.
Well, at least she is picking the partners.
"I will be giving your partners tomorrow since the bell is about to ring. Have a great day everyone!"
Seconds later the bell rung after what felt like five hours and the attractive mysterious boy fast-walked out of the classroom. What's the rush? I don't think he would be the one who's excited for the next class.
I turned into the messy hallway and found my way through the people. I saw the curly-haired boy turn into a janitor closet. What the? I was confused.
I thought about walking in, asking why he was there, but I decided against it. Why would I even think that? That would be weird and invading whatever the hell he was doing in there.
I walked pass the door hearing a voice yelling on the other side.
"No! Are you kidding me? You want me killed?... No Niall! I am not doing it. It's way too dangerous..." He continues, groaning.
What is he talking about?
"Do you speak English Niall? For the last and final time... Listen to me. I am not doing it, end of conversation."
I heard the call end and the door handle started to turn.
Oh crap. I started to jog my way up to class before he fully opened the door to see me there listening to his conversation.
My stomach had a nervous feeling, thinking that Harry spotted me after ending his call. I mean.. I was one of the last ones in hallway and it seemed suspicious.
He began walking a few feet behind me. I instantly got uncomfortable and had a feeling of eyes watching me every step I took.
"Hello," He said running up next to me. It took me a moment to say something. "Uh h-hi," I stuttered.
God dammit why did I have to stutter. He chuckled beside me guessing I was nervous talking to him.
"Don't you have a class to go to?" His presence made me annoyed for some reason.
"What am I doing then?" I snapped. Why did I say it like that? He was surprised at my sudden answer, raising his hands in the air in defense.
"Well, well you better hurry off darling, don't want you to be late." He said with a wink before turning into the next hallway.
- That's the end of chapter 1. Woo! I'm sorry it was super short. It will get more interesting later in the chapters. Please give me feedback! :)
