Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Two - One Thing

I've tried playing it cool, but when I'm looking at you,

I can't ever be brave, cause you make my heart race.

Shot me out of the sky, you're my Kryptonite.

You keep making me weak, yeah, frozen and can't breathe.

- "One Thing", One Direction

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The rest of my day followed in the same fashion: talking to my teacher for a moment and finding a seat, with a few brave souls marching up to me and introducing themselves in each class. 

At around 1:45, the bell rang three times for C lunch. Awkwardly, I shuffled out of geometry, my head buzzing with simple formulas, and followed a crowd of seemingly identical, blond, gossiping girls to the double doors of the cafeteria. 

A lump formed in my throat, and my heart plummeted to my belly button. Every new kid's nightmare - lunch time. 

I robotically went through the line, setting down a slice of veggie pizza and a bottle of fruit juice on my tray. When I reached the cashier and I took out my money, my gaze slid over the room, only seeing a few faces I sort of recognized through the day. 

I was prepared to sit alone, my headphones in, ignoring the world of teenagers around me, before I heard a chirpy voice call, "Ali! Hey, Ali!"

My head snapped up, and I saw Regina breezing towards me, hooking her arm around mine just as the lunch lady set my money down on my plate.  

"Aren't you glad I saw you?" she said, smirking. "Without me, you would've been all alone. Here, come sit with me and my friends."

Unable to fight my smile, I walked alongside her until we reached a round table by the big windows near the back door of the cafeteria. It was occupied by about five people - three girls and two guys. 

Regina pointed at each person in succession.

Savannah was a brunette girl wearing a beanie and glasses, writing in a notebook and eating a peach whole, Jess, a raccoon-eyelinered, unnatural redhead who smelled like smoke, and Bree, a pretty girl with caramel-colored skin and long dark wavy hair, who was texting and smiled at me. 

The guys were Sam, a blond who was talking about a recent wipeout he had on his longboard, and Drew, who had messy, Ed Sheeran-rivaling hair and was diligently working on homework. 

"Everybody, meet Ali. She's new here." Regina's voice carried easily over the conversations. "She's from..."

"Miami," I said quietly, sitting next to Bree. 

"Miami?" Jess looked at me, wrinkling her nose. "Isn't that where all the guidos are from?"

"That's New Jersey," Savannah piped up. 

"Same difference to me." Jess rolled her blue eyes. 

"Oh, shut up, Jess," Bree snapped. "She's such a bitch all the time," she continued, turning to me. "It's okay, you get used to it."

I didn't know whether to laugh or not, cause I saw Bree get a black-painted middle finger to the back of her head. 

"Miami, huh?" Sam smirked at me, pushing his messy blond bangs off his tanned forehead. He leaned closer over the table. "What's that like?"

"Hot," I replied. 

"Like a certain girl I know?" He winked at me. 

Drew hit him with his notebook. "Keep it  in your pants, Anderson. He's disgusting."