Harry's POV:
Perfection.
That is the word that came to mind when looking at her.
The way her curvy hips swayed every time she strutted down the hall with her long toned legs. The way her luscious locks bounced with every step and her lip licking pout never faltered.
Of course she would never know how I feel about her, because the sad truth is, she doesn't even know I exist. I mean I don't blame her since we're on opposite sides of the popularity scale.
She wasn't exactly the queen of this petty high school but she certainly wasn't an outcast. Unlike myself, she was known for her legendary parties, spunky attitude and infamous hookups.
It all started in year 9. When Alaska Hunt walked into that classroom wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a worn out nirvana tee and black combat boots. It wasn't just her sense of style that immediately had me intrigued, but it was her greyish blue hair and lip piercing that did the trick.
Ever since that day I have spent countless nights wasted away on dreaming up scenarios that would never happen and waking up to many painful erections due to my vivid dreams from the previous night.
I now stood in front of the mirror on a Friday morning, combing through my unruly mane of curls and placing my thick rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose. I stuck my hand inside the pocket of my khakis to fish out my phone.
"6:30. Fuck." I cursed under my breath and walked out of my bathroom to descend down the spiral stair case of my rather large home.
"Mum I'm off, I'll see you later."
"Alright. Have fun darling!" She exclaimed kissing me on the cheek and fixing the grey sweater vest I was currently wearing.
I grabbed my keys which were inside my coat pocket and made my way out into the drive way.
I stepped into my black Mercedes, adjusting the rear view mirror to make sure I didn't crash into anyone.
I pulled out of the drive way and began my 15 minute journey to hell.
I arrived at 6:50 and parked in my usual parking space which was right at the front of the school because I didn't want to spend more time in there than necessary.
I headed inside, realizing I still had 10 minutes to spare until the first bell and decided to arrive to my first class- trigonometry- early, to avoid getting trampled. This was the only class I had with Alaska which allowed me only a mere hour to gawk at her beauty, of course I couldn't see much as her, as I sat in the very back of the classroom, wanting to avoid any crude remarks or unnecessary distractions from the other douche bags in my class.
The bell soon rung and the once empty classroom was now full, except for the occasional empty desk because the kid couldn't bother to show up to class and would risk throwing away their futures, of course, that didn't matter to them, but it did to me. Hence the reason I was practically rock bottom according to the social standards of my school.
As usual, Alaska walked in late, muttering hurried apologies under her breath as she passed by the teachers desk and took her seat. As she sat down, the girl sitting behind her, which I know to be called Sage passed her a note.
