Paige Winters has just moved to her old town and into her best friend's house.
Leaving a nasty situation at home, she is ready for a new start with new people.
Then there's Harry. He's annoying, reckless, arrogant, and down right mean.
She doesn't...
"Okay! What did he say?! What did you say?! Spill now!" Maddie yells at me as soon as the door closes to her - our room.
"I didn't talk to him." I scoff, praying that Louis couldn't hear us.
"Paige Winters! I've taught you better. This school isn't the same as you left it. You actually have to talk to cute boys," Maddie scolds me as I walk over to my closet.
"Seriously? Louis almost had a stroke when Niall came within three feet of us," I explain quietly, changing into my pajama top.
"You're gonna have to wear a sexier bra than that if you wanna catch Harry's attention." Maddie snorts.
"Shut up!" I snap but she just shrugs.
"You aren't flat chested! Flaunt it! That's all I'm saying!" She throws her hands up in defense.
I'm not in the mood for Maddie to start critiquing my underwear, so I'll wait to change into sweat pants.
"Dinner will be ready in five." Maddie speaks up, and walks into the bathroom.
I huff in frustration and pull my, now tangled, hair into a pony tail.
On second thought, maybe showing up to the dinner table in sweat pants wouldn't be a good idea.
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"Yesterday, someone led you to all your classes, right?" Sarah asks me while we walk down the school hallway.
I nod and glance at my schedule, "Yep, I have English next."
"Oooh! You've got me in there! I can lead you to lunch!"
I get to, what I hope was the right room and open the door quietly. My cheeks flame when I see another twenty pairs of eyes staring back at me; I'm interrupting a lesson.
The teacher stares disapprovingly at Sarah and I as we walk to our assigned seats.
The chair next to me is vacant, same as yesterday, so maybe I won't have an English partner this year.
That would be great. English is my best subject, and I don't like working with others on assignments either.
The door to the classroom opens again, and this time even my eyes are on the boy that walks in.
"Mr. Styles, nice to see you've joined our class," The teacher scolds him while he just shrugs. Stupid Curly Fry.
"Couldn't find your room yesterday, you might wanna ask them to print clearer instructions on the schedule."
