the freshman | h.s.

[1] see you in class

·Lacey· 

(Chapter One!) 

"I absolutely hate my new school." 

I muttered to myself as I shuffled through my drawers for a cute outfit. I fished out a cute floral top and matching skirt that when put on, revealed my belly button. I threw it on and turned on some music so I could enjoy at least some of my day.  

I walked over to my mirror and took a deep breath. I filled in my plump... lips with ruby red lipstick and put a glossy top coat over it then popped my lips and grin. Then I filled in my perfectly arched eyebrows with an espresso brown color. One eyebrow raised as I made funny faces at myself to get a good laugh once in awhile. My large brown eyes.looked especially sparkley with the light neutral shadow and.some simple, dark, matte glue on top lashes I had put on. 

"Ugh, my hair is a wreck." 

I muffled as I brushed my hip length, naturally straight fire red hair that resembled my lips. Finally I trimmed my bangs that slightly crossed over my brows and covered my forehead. I revealed a cheery smile to myself and showed off my slight chin dimple. 

"Can't believe I'm just a Freshman.." 

Walking over to my door I flicked off the flight, shut the door and hustled down my spiral staircase.  

"Lace!! Your phone and papers are on the table!!!" my mother yelled at me from across the corridor. 

"okay mum!!!" 

I yelled back at her while grabbing my phone and class papers off of the island mote and shoved them into my back pack.  

I darted to the closet in my living room and grabbed a pair of red slip on flats, slipped them on amd darted towards the door. I unlocked the car door, hoped in the driver's side and took off.

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Once I got through the doors of the school I had to push my way through tons of teens. Some girls were gossiping in a corner and other couples were snogging each other. I tried to hold back my gags and I weaved in and out of people, finally pushing through and reaching the snack machines. I waved a dollar in my hand as I looked to see what I wanted. I was started and jumped when someome snatched the money right from my hand.  

"HEY!!!" 

I yelled turning around. Upon turning my face fell towards the ground and my view was simply old, brown boots and zip tight black skinny jeans. I recognized those shoes anywhere. Harry Styles. 

"Hey babe." 

he said lifting my chin with his fingers. My eyes met his large pools of green and he let out a little smirk, revealing his deep, cheeky dimples when he saw my jaw drop. He dropped his hand and shook his soft.brown curls, then began inching towards me, pushing me back. After a few steps my back hit the cending machine and Harry pushed against me. I tried to maneuver my small body around his arms that were trapping me, but he moved with me and wouldnt let me leave. 

"Well you're a cute little freshman, arent you...Lacey." 

he said grabbing my waist and scanning me up and down. I cringed when he bit his lip and winked at me. 

"H...how d..do you know my name?"  

I asked stammering and probably turning firetruck red. He chuckled. 

"We have 1, 3 and, 5th period together, babe. Did you forget?" 

he snickered. Thankfully the bell rang and I was able to push away from him and shuffle down the hallway. Of course, Harry wasnt too far behind. I know that because he came up behind me and slapped my bum as hard as he could making me wimper then he walked beside me and whispered "see you in class. Lace" 

and sent a nice wink.

What was wrong with him?? And why was I attracted to him?? Something about his tight pants, white V-necks, tatted chest and arms, lose curls and dangerous, mysterious ways drew me in. 

Did I like Harry Styles??? No. No way. It's not possible. 

I dont think...