I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed for yet another day in hell. I put on a hoodie and skinny jeans with my converse. I'm a very boring person when it comes to clothes. I tried pulling my hair back into a messy bun, but it looked like shit so I just pulled it back into a ponytail.
I slowly walked down the stairs and grabbed a banana from the bowl. "Have a good day," my mom said. She didn't really want me to have a good day, she was just going though the motions. It seemed like that's all I'd been doing lately too.
"Yep," I said and slammed the front door shut. I finished my banana on the walk and through the peel in a near by trash can. I walked into the dreadful high school and sighed. After throwing all my stuff inside and grabbing the necessities and shutting the door.
"Hey, Bestie!" My best friend called out. I plastered on my best fake smile for her.
"Hi," I said and we started walking side by side to class.
"So, I hear there are going to be new kids," she said excitedly.
"Oh, cool," I tried my best at sounding interested.
"Yep, their twins. I hear there hot, too." She said and smiled. I falsely smiled back at her and opened the door to class. There were a few people in there, but not many.
I tuned her out as she babbled on, not really caring what she was saying about "totally gorgeous British twins". I felt bad about not listening to Kylie, but I didn't do much of that lately. Like I said, just going through the motions.
Our English teacher came in and wrote something on the chalkboard. I stared blankly at it until something caught my eye. I only moved my eyes and glanced at the doorway.
Standing there was two identical boys. One had his brown curly hair pushed back in a quiff, and the other had his pushed into a beanie. They were both very tall and muscular. The one with his hair in a quiff was wearing a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans with a plain white V-neck; the one in the beanie was wearing a red plaid shirt and blue jeans. I noticed they both had a paper plane pendant hanging from their necks.
"Late on you first day, lads?" Mr. Baxter asked. The one with the quiff handed him a slip and made his way to the back of the class without saying a word. The one in the beanie glanced at me, but returned his gaze to the floor as he walked behind his brother.
"Hot, right?" Kylie whispered to me. She was only one of the people whispering. I felt bad for them, with all the stares they were recieving. Or maybe they liked the attention. I can't tell. I slightly smiled and returned my attention to the front of the room.
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After school I shoved all my stuff back in my locker and slammed it shut. When I slammed it shut I noticed one of those twins next to me, causing me to jump.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," the one in the beanie said. I glanced around to see if his brother was near, but he wasn't. He was British, but how'd Kylie know that? It's amazing the information she can squeeze out of people.
"It's okay," I said and looked down. I hooked my thumb under the strap of my backpack and stared at my shoes.
"So, um, I'm obviously new here, the city and everything, and I was wondering, you know if it's not to much to ask, maybe can you show me around sometime?" He asked nervously. But I was nervous also. I never talk to boys, and they never talk to me, so I don't know how to talk to them. I'm such a loser.
I thought over the question carefully, not looking up, until I gave him my answer. "Sure," I said and nodded. I looked up to see his brother approaching us.
"Let's go," he growled. His brother looked at me before returning his attention back to his brother. I really need to learn there names.
"Just give me a minute," the one in the beanie spat back.
"We need to go home," quiff growled again. What is he a dog?
"Yeah, just give me a minute," beanie said. They stared each other down until the quiff gave in.
"You've got five minutes," and with that he was off.
"Sorry you had to see that," he said and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm Harry, by the way," he said and stuck his hand out.
"Juno," I said quietly. I hate my name. I think my mom was high off pain meds when she called me that.
"Like the movie?" He asked. I shrugged. I wanted to make eye contact with him, but I was to shy. "I'll see you tomorrow, Juno." I watched as he walked out of the school, head held low. Him and his brother seemed so opposite. His brother held his head high and had and intimidating stance, while Harry kept his head down and stayed quiet. It's always the quiet ones.
