Good Intentions

1. Heartbroken

"Alex! We are going to be late for our next class!" I rubbed my temples because I had a huge headache, thanks to my best friend Tara. She was always stressed about being late to class and she always had everything planned out. I guess you could say she was a bit of a control freak.

"Don't have a rack attack. We still have like two minutes, and not to mention, it is directly across from us." I pointed to the door just to prove my point. She sighed in defeat as she fiddled with her bright pink planner. I finished grabbing everything out of my locker and we went to our last period of the day, which was my favorite class, pottery. I could build things all day and completely lose track of time, sometimes I do. Luckily I drive to school or else I would have to walk home everyday because I missed the bus. The art teacher is a complete angel. She never gets angry with you for not doing something perfect, and she is always very laid back.

We cross the threshold just as the late bell rings, which caused Tara to let out a sigh of relief. I giggle to myself as I put my books down on the floor. Crossing the room to get my unfinished bowl, I run into Kyle. He is one of my best guy friends. He is a year younger than me, but he's about a foot and a half taller then me. I've known him since the summer before sophomore year. Kyle was very sweet, funny and hot, but I've only wanted to be friends with him, which is something he has also expressed to me. We've gotten very close, he even helps me with relationship problems and I do the same for him. Now he's one of the most popular guys in school.

"Hey Kyle! How was your weekend?" I smiled at him, already knowing his response was going to have something to do with alcohol or drugs. I never took part in any of the illegal activities that filled his weekends, sometimes week days too. "Oh, you know, the usual. I went to the party at Darren's house. It was packed. You should have been there." He laughed while thinking back on some of the wild events that occurred just a few hours ago.

"You know my parents would kill me if they found out I went to a party, and I've never drank before so who knows what I would do." He smiled while we both thought of outrageous things drunk Alex would do. The worst was probably skinny dip and end up in bed with some random guy. "My inner slut would need a chaperone." We laughed while we continued to make our bowls.

I was making mine in the shape of a heart. I was almost done smoothing it so I could put some engravings in it. It was times like these when I wished I had a dreamy boyfriend that I could give my heart and my heart bowl, but i don't have a hunk to call my own. I'm not upset though because I have amazing friends, and I really don't need a boyfriend to distract me right now. It's senior year and I'm trying to become valedictorian for my graduating class. Most people don't know that I'm actually very intelligent because I don't really act like it at all. Most of the smart people in this school are stuck up and rude, but I tried to be nice to everyone. I'm currently number one in the ranking, but if I make one mistake I could lose that spot. I really want to go to an Ivy League school next year, so I have to do my very best and let nothing get in my way.

"Hey! Watch it!" A loud thud is heard throughout the class as my heart falls to the floor in a heap. It was completely destroyed. All my hard work for nothing. The culprit is standing in front of me with my broken heart between our feet. I look up and come face-to-face with a long haired, green eyed man.

"You broke my heart." My voice filled with sorrow for the loss of a beautiful masterpiece.

"That's the first time I've heard that the first time I met a girl. Usually it takes at least a few hours to break a heart. This is a new record." I wasn't sure if he was making fun of me or trying to lighten the mood by joking. Either way I was still very upset over the pile of clay on the floor that used to be something special to me.

"I'm glad this is funny to you." Every word was laced with venom. He realized I was not happy with him, at all. "Who are you anyways?" I wanted to know who he was so that I could stay the hell away from him. I know it was just a clay bowl, but he didn't even care that he ruined something I spent a lot of time making.

"Harry. Harry Styles." He flashed a smile at me that would normally make me want to smile back, but not today. "And you are?"

"Going to clean up the mess you made." I bent down and started scraping my almost masterpiece from the floor. Shortly another pair of hands begins to help. "Thank you Kyle," assuming it was Kyle who was helping me, until I saw the ring on his right pointer finger. It was a silver rose. "I like your ring." I was transfixed by the elegance of each petal.

"Thank you... I still don't know your name." Harry offered me an apologetic smile as he was crouched in front of me, clay covering his hands.

"Alexandra Quinn, but my friends call me Alex." I smiled as I extended my clay covered hand. He shook my hand, helping me up in the process.

"I'm very sorry about your heart. I didn't meant to break such a beautiful one. I hope I can fix it, maybe by taking you out to dinner sometime." Wait, did he just ask me out? I just met him five minutes ago, and in those five minutes he broke my heart. I felt like I was on a roller coaster called hurricane Harry. I mean he is cute, and I am single... I guess I could give him a chance.

"Alright Harry. You can make it up to me over dinner Friday night." He smirked at me as I gave him my phone number.

"I'll call you." He winked at me before turning and walking away. My cheeks blushed as I threw away the old clay and replaced it with new clay.

"What the hell was that all about," Kyle gave me a strange look as I walked back over to the table. I couldn't stop smiling.

"Did I miss anything?" Tara comes over to the table after she finished making sure that her sleeves were rolled up, hair pulled into a perfect ponytail, and her apron was covering every inch of her perfectly panned outfit.

"Nothing," but it was far from nothing.