I live alone. I'm going to die alone. "Ugh why do I go to school?" I get up and try to look decent for the hell I call school. I grab an old tie dye shirt and some old jeans and honestly I don't know if they're clean or dirty. I put my glasses on so I can see finally. I don't bother to brush my hair because it's curly and short so why try?
I drive my old beat up bug down to the University. I get to my theatre class and see that my best friend Anne is sitting there trying to not look bored.
"Hey, Babe" I said looking like I am trying to hard to look happy.
"Hey" She says simply. Anne has always been rather quiet well until we all need to sleep then she is louder than a semi-deaf trucker. I love her though. She is so beautiful but very plain and gets over looked most of the time.
More people rush in. It is my first day of Uni so I really don't know what to expect. My professor Mr.Dorman is about to start the lecture when a student runs in at the last minute.
"So sorry, my car just took a shit and I had to run here from my house" the student said. He was so handsome and that smooth accent just rolled off his tongue. He was perfect anyone could see that. He had light eyes; I couldn't really see the color but I knew that they were beautiful. His messy curls framed his nice jaw line. Tan, tall, handsome, and BRITISH! I hit the jackpot with this one. His piercings I could do without but who am I to judge.
"What's your name son?" my professor said a smirk expecting the student to be nervous but no. "Harry Styles sir" he smiled like he just won a battle that no one knew about but the two men talking.
"So Mr. Styles would you like to have a seat next to the young lady with the blonde hair so I can get started with my lesson"? Mr. Dorman says while pointing towards me.
Harry sits next to me and I can't help but notice how wonderful he smelled. It was a mix between a musky cologne and clean laundry. It was absolute heaven. "This guy is a wanker don't you agree?" he said so casually to me. "I've been here for 10 minutes and the guy seems like a prick so i'm going to agree with your statement" I laugh trying to act cool.
"You're quite the lady aren't you"? he chuckles making me blush. "What's your name love"? his large hands fiddled with his lip ring waiting for my answer. "i-iiii-it's L-lll-Lexxxa-" I said nervously. "Sorry my name is Lexa. I'm such a nervous twat sometimes" I say a little more confidently.
"Like the name curly" he tells me. He gave me a nickname and I couldn't be happier on the inside.
"Now class, I know it's the first day but i'm giving you a large project due at the end of this semester" Dorman states. All the students groan.
"I think you all might enjoy it if you kids actually listened instead of jumping the gun" Dorman has really peaked my interest."Well, this is a theatre class so to act you need to learn to get in touch with some emotions and learn how to interact with your fellow actors" this guy actually has a valid point. "So, I want you all to pick a student you don't know and create a play describing your time together." That seems easy enough. Spend a day with a kid write about it not that hard. "But, I want you both to write true emotion and do things that you as a person might not do on a regular basis together. There should be raw emotion and depth to you both and the writing of your screenplay" Damn, I knew there would be a fucking catch.
"This is going to suck" Anne says without much energy. "I'm actually excited for this" I say a little to enthusiastically. "Whatever" she says and trys to find a partner.
"Lexa!" I hear the new kids low raspy accent. "Yes?" I say while turning towards him.
"Do you want to be my partner for this stupid project"? He says lowly and I try to hide my excitement. "Sure, you don't seem like a dipshit like everyone else in this class so why not"? I say cooly and he smiles. "Here's my number. Text me when you're free so we can get this shit started" he hands me a piece of paper with his number on it and walks out of the room.
This is going to be very interesting to say the least.
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That Girl.
Teen FictionJust a broken girl who wants to be loved. But when she finds the one she loves will he feel the same? When she meets him in her theatre class he captivates her but what happens when she has to reveal all her dark secrets with him to write the perfec...
