The Wanderers // Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Sherman High was more than I expected. From class to class my liking for the school only seemed to increase. All the people had their own thing going for them. It kinda reminded me of New York in some ways. Everyone had their own ambitions and goal. The only difference is that in New York no one seems to care about your ambitions because their to busy with their own, but here all the teacher and student share in their creative ideas and push each other towards success.

I can't say I'm a huge part of the creative collaborations happening in the discussions. From class to class I mostly sat in the back row. Observing the dynamics and air about my peers. Quietly mumbling a "here" through every class as attendance is called.

Walking into my third hour class the fun and easygoing air from my earlier photography and drawing class passes. Looking at the walls, posters of inspirational math and statistical studies stare back at me, mocking me with their confusing formulas and methods. Sitting in the back left corner, I notice a heard of kids crowding around a table. Its hard to tell what their staring at but from their rambunctious laughs, I assume its pretty funny.

These kids seem to be different then those in my art classes. Three girls wearing tight pants and high heals, chomping gum in a less than attractive manner.

"So Ryan?" a gorgeous girl with long chestnut hair asks, leaning over the boys desk she gives him quite the view. "Want to come over to mine after school?" she continues.

Giving a graceful smile, he winks to his fellow jocks and her clan of friends currently gawking at him. I almost laugh when he responds "I'd rather talk to a telemarketer than hang out with you Tammy."

Tammy's checks instantly turn pink. With a gaping mouth she stutters a few incoherent words before stomping off to her seat at the front of the class, her puppets fleeing from the back of the room after her. Glancing over at Ryan I study his side profile. Light brown hair sweeps above his eyebrows, totally rocking the 2010 Justin Bieber thing. Ocean blue eyes glare is disgust at what seems to be the back of Tammy's head. Noticing the group of boys staring at him in confusing, I come to the conclusion that he actually wasn't friends with them.

"Dude you totally messed that up?" A tall boy wearing a Varsity Baseball jacket states. His fellow baseball players nod their head in agreement.

"She was basically asking you to bang her", a short boy seating diagonally from me says. With a dreamlike stare in his eye he continues, "I would totally bang her man".

"She has a boyfriend." he states with a scowl. His eyebrows furring in distress at his peers comment.

"Hasn't stopped any other dudes in this school from screwing her".

"Well Harry's my friend, and friends don't do shit like that" Ryan fires back.

Admiring his loyalty to his friend, I almost miss the the use of Harry's name. Harry? My Harry? Wait not my Harry. Nova what are you thinking? It just can't be though. Someone as lovely and kind as Harry with someone like Tammy doesn't seem fair.

Granted I don't know her that well, I decide that there has to be more substance to her personality that the last five minutes I've been eavesdropping on my classes discussion. But the fact that shes been cheating on him gnaws at the back of my conscious. Does he now? A growing fire of jealousy brews in my heart as I picture him hurting because of his phony girlfriend currently gossiping at the front of the room.

Realizing that I've been zoning the teacher out as she calls roll I cringe when I hear her approaching the letter F. "Nova Fray? Is Nova Fray here?" she says, scanning the crowd, looking for an unfamiliar face.

Mumbling a "Here" all heads turn towards me. At once I can feel my blood run cold, ducking my head down I avert my eyes to my now extremely interesting desktop, my caramel hair creating a seamless barrier between myself and the outside world. All eyes settle on me. Judging me from top to bottom, I can practically feel the girls critiquing my choice of clothing. The guys probably wondering how easy I am to get in bed.