"Did you just decide to not do your hair this morning? That thing looks like a birds nest."
"Shut up!" I laugh and playfully nudge Niall in the side. Pulling my hair tie out of my messy bun. I let it fall to my shoulders, shaking it out with my hands to get rid of the crease that the hair tie usually leaves.
"Better. Now let's go, unless you want to ditch class today?" Grinning mischievously, he wiggles his eyebrows up and down, making me roll my eyes.
"Let's go loser, you do want to graduate don't you?" I was about to pull Niall out of the parking lot and towards the school building when I hear a monstrously loud noise behind me.
Turning around, I see a motorcycle, yes a freaking motorcycle, pull up in the lot. The guy that was sitting on it was well built, with a number of tattoos covering his arms. Short locks of curly hair poked out from under his helmet. He was wearing tight black jeans and a white, almost see through, t shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he pulled the helmet off of his head, revealing, probably, one of the most attractive people I have ever met. His eyes stood out most at first, bright green and piercing. His lips were rose pink, medium sized but perfectly proportional to one another. The length of his hair reached his jawline, but he ran through his locks with his hand, stroking them out of his sight.
"Don't start drooling on me." Niall says from beside me, his expression a mixture of mild amusement and something else that I couldn't quite place my finger on. He was almost uncomfortable that I was staring at this guy. I roll my eyes yet again, turning to face him.
"Who is that?"
"Well if you weren't out 'sick' yesterday, you would know. It's the new guy, Harry. A total douche might I add." Of course he's a douche. He's too good looking to be nice.
As Harry rested his helmet on his knee, our eyes interlocked. I quickly averted my glance, not wanting him to know I was staring at him. Niall was already on his way towards the building, and I ran to catch up with him, leaving the new boy behind me.
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All I could think about during geometry was Harry. I kept replaying the moment when he took his helmet off. It was almost like the start of one of those really cheesy movies where the girl falls in love with the bad boy, and he turns out to be really sweet and romantic. But I knew this wasn't like that, life isn't a movie, and he probably doesn't even know who I am.
The bell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly shoved my binder into my bag and headed towards the door, knowing that Niall, the amazing friend that he is, will be right outside waiting for me.
As I walked out the door, I headed straight to my left without thinking, since that's where Niall usually waited, a few feet away from the door, always to the left, always leaning against the wall, his bag slung over his shoulder and a bored look on his face.
However before I could look up to find him, I clashed face first into a solid hard chest, dropping my geometry textbooks on the floor.
"Let me get that for you, love." A gruff, raspy voice said with a chuckle.
"I'm so sorry, I should have been looking where-" My sentence cut off as I saw who I was talking to. The familiar white shirt and black jeans, curly hair sweeping over his forehead, bright green eyes staring straight into mine.
Harry. Harry Styles.
Quite an absurd, showy name, but, it was somehow perfect for him.
An awkward cough came from behind our backs, and we both turned around. Niall stood there uncomfortably, waiting for me so we could go to lunch.
"Oh, erm, thanks." I muttered as Harry placed the books in my arms.
"Anytime. I never caught your name?"
"Juliette. Juliette Beribeau."
"Very French, that's hot."
I blushed, saying a quick thank you, and joined Niall, walking away to get food.
