the freshman | h.s.

[2] flirt games

*Lacey*

I tried not to let what happened in the hallway affect the rest of my day. The best thing for me to do is just totally get Harry out of my mind. But that was kind of hard. I walked in English class and saw Harry sitting in my seat.

"Shit."

I muttered to myself. I totally forgot he was in my classes. Regardless, I walked over to the seat and dropped my things in front of Harry. He has his legs propped up on top of the desk and was leaning back. Maybe if I got close enough to him, he'd topple over, hopefully. I pushed his feet from atop of the desk and he threw his hands in the air.

"What's that for, babe?"

He sent another wink and I shot back a disgusted look. I viciously slapped my hands down on the desk and lowered myself so we were at least eye level. I leaned over the small table seperating us and got about a hair away from his lips. Our eyes met but then connection was broken when I caught his pools of emerald peeking down at my chest. I used my index finger to lift his chin and held it.

"My eyes are up here." I tugged on his white V-neck a little with my free hand.

"You're so fucking cute."

I could smell the cool mint and ice on his breath. I bit my red lips and pulled in closer to him. I grabbed his hair and cocked my head, whispering in his ear.

"Move."

"Haha. Make me."

His voice sent chills down my spine. I pulled away quickly and grasped my hips. *I'm flirting with Harry Styles. Oh my god.* I shook my head to forget the idea which caused my wavy red hair to shake ever so lightly around my waist and my bangs gently slip across my forehead.

"Fine. Styles. You win, this time."

I picked up my things and sat in the seat next to him. Then our teacher Ms. Brink walked in, looking messy as always. This is going to be a LONG day.

**Harry**

I couldn't stop thinking about Lacey. Every chance I got I would glance over at her. Eventually I passed her a note.

*Meet me in the parking lot after class.*

I wrote down. I looked over and saw Lacey slouching over her paperwork, chewing on the cap of her pen with her hands through he hair, pushing her electric red bangs out of her beautiful brown eyes. She pulled the pen cap from inbetween and popped up an eyebrow when she saw red lipstick stains around the top. She bent down and fetched out a mirror and some lipstick. The pulled off the top and rolled up a bright ruby red. She shook her hair and puckered her lips in front of the mirror. Is it bad that I wanted to just crash my lips onto hers...

One thing I can't help but notice about Lacey is her hair. It's so obviously bleached and dyed to be the beautiful red color it is. 

I stopped day dreaming for a moment and slipped the note on her desk then tapped her shoulder. She put down her things and opened the note and her eyes widened. I saw her pick up her chewn pen and write then she folded the note and passed it back.

*That's skipping.*

I shook my head, She's such a goodie goodie.

*Just do it. Please*

I wrote back and passed the note. She turned to me and gulped then shook her head and crumpled the note and stuffed it in her bag. This is going to be a LONG day.

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*Lacey*

The bell FINALLY rang and everyone rushed out of class. I kept wondering why Harry wanted me to meet him in the parking lot.. Guess i'm going to find out. Suffling through all the teenagers that crowded the halls, I pushed myself into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror just fixing myself up alittle lit. The humidity in the stupid school was making my hair frizz out so I took a hair band and caught my hair up in a high, messy pony tail which still reached the very middle of my back, even pulled up. I decided to just keep my bangs down. I did a quick face and lipstick check and winked at myself in the mirror, being the geek that I am. I hustled out the door, trying not to get caught. After wondering like an idiot for a few minutes, I found Harry leaning up against a black Range Rover with one foot propped up on the tire and his arms crossing his chest. 

He looked stunning, even though he dressed simply. Black skin tight jeans, brown boots, white v-neck, Ray-Bans and of course, his adorable little paper airplane necklace. I saw him lean his head down and shake his loose brown curls then looked up and smile a dimpled smile.

"Why did you want to meet me?"

I asked tossing my things down carelessly on the ground.

"No reason, I just happened to notice your flirt game in class."

"W-what?"

"Don't deny it."

"Harry. I- I didn't d-"

I was cut off by him ramming his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately.  His large hands caressed my hips. We moved together as he stepped up and rotated so I was leaning against the car and he was in front of my. He still never broke his grip on my body. Our lips moved in sync, but I realized what was happening and tired to pull away. Harry refused to break the kiss until i pushed him away. He licked his lips then wiped them with the back of his hand. I tried not to giggle at the red stain my lip stick had left.

"What's wrong?" he asked with his head cocked.

"Harry this isn't right..."

"Why not?"

"I'm only a freshman."

"Age is only a number, baby." he said winking then walking off.

That's exactly why I didn't want to get involved with him. He's a bad boy and i'm a goodie girl. Also, he just made out with me then walked away... Maybe... maybe he could get me intuned with my dangerous side... Just maybe.