Reaching Out. (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

Bella's P.O.V

" Bella! Are you even listening to me?" Tea says as she frowns a little, crossing her arms.

"What? Yes! No! I'm sorry!" I look at her for a second before turning my attention back out the bus window.

"What's with you lately? You've been so out of it lately its like I'm talking to a wall!" She says to me being as quite as she can so we don't get attention drawn over to us.

" I don't know, Tea!" I whisper to her annoyed. She shakes her head and sits back in her seat.

As we got to school I walked into the doors and straight to my locker.

"Hey babe" I hear a low voice say. I tense up as I know exactly who it is. My ex, Ashton.

"I'm not your babe anymore, what the hell do you want?" I say turning around swiftly his face being inches away from mine.

"I came to apologize, I made a huge mistake" He says with a small grin on his face. Wrapping his arms around my waist.

I want to believe him, but I cant. He hurt me. I shouldn't even be talking to him. I look up in his brown eyes and then look away. Shit Bella! Why did you look?

I push his arms away turn around quickly as I hear him groan.

"Your so difficult." He says pushing me into my locker, I purse my lips and roll my eyes watching him as he walks away with his jock friends. Tea walks up and looks at me shaking her head.

"That's the problem. This is why you've been acting to strange lately. Hun, you need to get over him! He is a asshole and he is only going to play you again!" I look at her and nod.

Tea is my best friend. I love her to pieces she always understands me, but when it comes to relationship problems she doesn't know anything about it.

She hasn't had a boyfriend and gone through heart break so I don't think she understands this part.

Also he was my first boyfriend, dated for a year so it was also first heart break and first heart break it always the worst. Right? But she is right, I need to get over him no matter what.

The bell rings and I get snapped out of my thoughts.

"Hey, I'll catch you after class, girls weekend ok? But it would have to be at your house my parents are having some stupid adult party" She says with a soft smile.

I smile and nod in return and with that she heads off to her class. The only good part about Fridays is that I get to spend the whole weekend with her. She always knows how to make me feel better.

I grab my books and head off to class as well passing by Ashton giving him a dirty look, he smiles and shrugs it off. Boy do I ever hate him. As I find my seat I look around the classroom at everyone.

Pretty much every girl in here is applying lip gloss or any other form of make up there is. Then there's me, foundation, mascara and that little bit of lip gloss I put on in the morning. I'm not one of the crazy's who color their face with it.

"Ok class! Open your text books to page 152 and answer questions 1-27" He says practically yelling it.

I study is features every girl in this class thinks he is hot for a teacher but to be honest. He really isn't, he has black shaggy hair and brown eyes, he looks so weird in my opinion.

I swear his hair is fake it looks way to shiny to be real. As he looks in my direction I look down quickly and begin tapping my pencil.

"Bella?" He shouts.

Everyone turns to me laughing and snickering mumbling things to the people next to them. 

"Why haven't you started your work yet. You have a schedule to follow you don't want to fall behind do you?" He says raising his eyebrows.

"Sorry, I just got distracted." I say softly. That's when everyone starts to laugh and make faces at me. Rolling my eyes, I open my text book and start working.

After a few minutes I cant take any more of this hell so I ask if I could go to the bathroom. Even though I really don't have to go, I'll just walk around for a bit.

I walk down the empty halls making my way to the bathroom area when I hear yells. What is going on?

I scrunch my eyebrows together as I walk a little quicker to where the yells are coming from, as I turn the corner I see all the Jocks huddled in a circle, I couldn't make out the figure in the middle but as I saw a fist be thrown and everyone laugh I bite my lip trying not to yell or say something. Assholes.

I clench my fists as they push the poor guy into one of the lockers. Stepping back behind the corner I keep my head popped out so I can see everything that is happening.

I gasp as they start to kick and punch the figure. My jaw drops as I finally recognize who it is.

Marcel.

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