Chapter 3

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Jenna's POV

"I have had the worst morning of my life" Tara begins, walking down the hallway towards our lockers.

She fiddles with her piece of crap lock that's she's had since ninth grade and when her locker finally opens she lets out a sigh.

"So I spent all last night planning for today and of course with my luck it was all a waste of time" she says while switching out her books

"I was so tired from being up real late worrying about everything that I slept right through my alarm! Kyle didn't even fucking try to wake me up" Kyle was her younger brother, I believe he's starting eighth grade this year.

"When I finally woke up I only had 15 minutes until 9:00 and I threw on my outfit I had sitting out and grabbed my stuff and ran out the door".

"The walk alone to school was at least 20 minutes so I booked it" She said as she shut her locker and started walking to English with me.

"Not only when I was walking some asshole went speeding down the road into a huge mudd puddle that splashed all over me, I almost got hit by a truck while racing across the road, but when I finally got to school I guess Niall, that really cute blonde kid in our grade was going to the washroom or something, because when I was rushing around a corner I bumped right into him!"

"You've got to be kidding me" I say in disbelief. Leave it to Tara to have such a shitty morning on the first day.

Niall was hot but he wasn't some asshole jock like 90% of the guys at this school, he seemed sweet and funny, and though Tara won't admit it I can tell that she's liked him for the longest time.

"I brought a spare shirt with me if you want to change at lunch"

"Why would you bring a spare shirt with you on the first day of school?" Tara asks outside of  our English class.

"I don't know if I'm being honest, do you want it or-"

"Yes.... Please" she says before we take our seats for our second class.

....

I lay in my bed at home starting to think about the events that happened today. I'm starting to think being lab partners with Harry is a bad idea.. He's a nice enough guy but once people tell him what a loser I actually am he's gonna dread being around me. There's a reason I stay away from guys like him.

My phone buzzes and I search threw my blankets until I find it.

"Hey Jenna :) are you cool to come over at 7:00 tonight to work on the project" it says

I text back
"Yeah that should be good, what's your address"

"What's yours? I can pick you up if you want it might be easier for you" he replies

"52 young street do you know where that is?"

I'm not sure how well he knows the streets here considering he's only lived here for a week.

"The same street that our bus stop is on, right?"

"Yup" I say

"Ok sounds good, see you tonight ;)"

"JENNA DINNERS READY" my mom yells and I put my phone on my nightstand and walked downstairs.

Walking into the kitchen smells as if I'm walking into an Italian pizzeria, "pizza mmm my favourite" I say walking towards my mom as she hands me a plate. "Homemade" she says with a smile.

My mom is a great cook if I do say so myself. She's always searching for new recipes and I've never ate a bad meal that she's made.

"How was your day" she asks obviously asking if I made any friends, "it was ok" I said like always.

"I have to work on a project for biology tonight with my lab partner"

"You can just say Tara hunny I know who she is" she says with a small laugh.

"Actually I have a different partner, it's a long story" I say.

"Who?" She asks.

"Harry Styles, he's new" I say.

"Oh" my mother says trying not to make eye contact, worried look in her eyes.

"We're just lab partners mom it's not going to be like before"

"I know sweety I'm just being a mother, worrying"

"Well don't" I say my mouth filled with the delicious pizza.

..

It's 7:05 and I'm standing in my driveway waiting for Harry. I begin to wonder if he has his own car or if his parents will be picking me up, it would be kind of awkward if his parents picked me up, well at least I would find it awkward.

My thoughts are silenced when he pulls up in his all black convertible, "don't just stand their, hop in" he says gesturing me to get in his car.

Why do I keep gaping out whenever he's around.

As I climb into his car he greets me with a smile before pushing on the gas and driving down the road.

"You look nice" he says after scanning my body, "uhh thanks" I say before looking out my window.

Cutie. Winks while texting. 'You look nice'

What if Tara was right, what if he was flirting?

No. Jenna you are just lab partners he knows that, I think to myself yet a small part of me wonders and I regret agreeing to be his lab partner..

This is going to be a long night.

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