Poison

Chapter 2

"Looks like you're in trouble." A petite girl with glasses said behind me.

"Oh? And why is that?" I asked. The girl pushed up her glasses and got closer to me so no one but me could hear.

"That guy that just stared you down is Harry Styles." She said with a worried look.

"Whose that?" I asked confused.

"You haven't heard yet?" She asked with a shocked expression.

"I just walked through the door 15 seconds ago." I replied.

"Okay well let me queue you in. Harry styles moved here from nobody knows where. He has a bad reputation with girls. He normally just takes advantage of them and moves to the next one. He relishes when a new girl gets to Jackson high because she wont know about his reputation so he can fuck her and dump her. In conclusion, stay away from him." The girl stressed the last sentence. She immediately walked away as if she was some vigilantly saving my innocence and stealing away into the night. I laughed to myself at the metaphor and continued to walk to the office.

I walked up to the desk and asked the woman about my new locker.

"Oh yes you will have locker number... 2256." She said with a smile handing me a slip of paper, I assumed was my combination. I smiled, thanked her and began walking to where the lockers beginning with 2 were. Then I noticed the boy with the bad reputation. He was leaning on his locker eyes locked on me. I got a cold chill as his eyes lingered on my chest. I shook it off as I continued searching for the numbers of my locker. I risked a glance in his direction and regretted it. He was still looking at me, but this time he had his bottom lip between his teeth. He brought his gaze slowly up my body till he met my eyes. He winked at me and slowly let his bottom lip slip from his teeth. If he didn't scare me, I'd probably have a huge crush on him. He was gorgeous. I could tell by the way all the girls were staring at him that they knew it too. But his eyes never once flickered to the busty brunette batting her eyelashes 3 feet away from him. His eyes were glued on me. I looked away quickly and turned my attention to my locker. I read the number and tried my best to get the lock to open but after the third time I was mentally murdering everyone in a mile radius. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I felt warm hands on my hips as some breathed down my neck, moving my hair off my shoulder and bringing his lips to my ear.

"Need some help, love?" I heard in an almost a whisper. the voice was deep, raspy and laced with a British accent but I couldn't deny the smooth and almost therapeutic tone it held. I turned my head slightly to confirm my prediction. It was the boy with the bad reputation from before.

"And interrupt you mentally undressing me? I'd never." I said as I shifted my weight to my other leg nervously. Something about him made me lose my composure. I couldn't put my finger on it but it was there. No mistaking that. He chuckled against the skin of my neck as he slipped the paper with the combination from between my finger. He read the numbers and effortlessly opened my locker with one hand; making sure to keep the other firmly on my waist.

"There you go." He said with a smile. He released me and stepped away. I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed some notebooks from my shoulder bag. I motioned to put them into the locker when I realized that the boy was still with me. He was leaning on the locker next to mine. I jumped and he laughed at me.

"Calm down I wont bite." he said as he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.

"We'll my name is Harry." He announced as he bowed before me. I shook my head at how ridiculous he was acting.

"This is the part where you tell me your name." He said with a smile. I shut my locker and began walking away.

"So you're not going to talk to me?" Harry asked as he followed me.

"I'm just not going to waste my time on you." I said with smirk.

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked as he threw his arm over my shoulder.

"I know about your reputation. What ever your trying to do isn't going to work." He simply chuckled mischievously and brought his lips to my ear. He dropped the playful tone and an intimidating and cocky one took its place.

"Is that supposed to scare me off or something?" He asked. His tone frightened me. He didn't care that I knew about his little plan. It seemed to amuse him that I thought otherwise.

"Well I .. Um-." I stuttered nervously.

"Normally I need the Prince Charming act. But since you already know how this goes, I don't have to play nice." I shook his arm off an tried to quickened my pace to my first class.

"Wait up classmate!" Harry yelled after me. Wait. Classmate?

"What did you call me?" I asked.

"Classmate. We have first period together...Alexandria" He said before he winked at me. 

"How'd you know all th-" "Your schedule fell out of your bag." He said holding my schedule between his fingers. I snatched it out of his hand and began jogging to my class.