The New Kid

Call Me x~Harry

|Ellys POV|

The bell rang again as Harry threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out the classroom, joining the other boys at the door.

I kicked my chair back under the desk, crossing my arms and making my way out the classroom doors.

I stepped out of the classroom,  turning to face yet another croud I would have to battle. I eyed the huge warzone battling in front of me. I waited for Mad and Ron before pushing through the crowd, keeping my arms crossed and pinned to my chest.

"What've you got next?" I yelled over the bustling corridor as I roughly pushed my way through a group of year 8 girls with way too much makeup caked on their faces. Fucking 12 year olds.

"English." she yelled back into my ear.

I gave her a look which directed her to tell me who it was that she'd have to spend the rest of the year with. As she caught my look she rolled her eyes and started pushing to the left side of the coridoor.

"Hutton." she breathed stopping outside her classroom. I glanced at Maddi.

She sighed exasperatedly. "Same as Ron, sorry El." she said, as if she were to blame. I groaned.

Great. I thought. None of them are in my next class. I looked into the classroom and noticed that there was no Harry. I thought I overheard him talking about taking English. That means he must be-

No.

I pushed my way towards the end of the hallway, trying to catch a glimpse inside the other English class. I stopped outside it, feeling extremely annoyed. There he was. Harry. I couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped my lips as I saw him. It wan't one of those sighs that lovesick teenagers make in those crappy American movies; it was one of those sighs that you get when you realize you left your spliff at home and have nothing for everybody at the party.

He's unusual. He seems to know that hes attractive, but to a certain extent. He seems to be oblivious to the girls fawning over him every time he so much as breathed. I'm not sure how to judge that as. It could mean that he's a cunt that is used to girls staring at him all the time so all he wants to do is bask in the attention, or it could mean that he's new to it and wants to ignore all the attention being given to him. It's probably the first one, which doesn't exactly portray him as a nice guy.

But then again, who needs nice guys.

I shook my head in an attempt to yank me out of my trance.

I took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside. All classrooms here are more or less the same. There were about 3 rows and 7 columns of desks. Harry was sitting at the back, 6th desk from the left, right next to the window seat. Right next to my window seat. Same place he sat in at our tutor base.

As my foot made a small tap on the floor Harry turned around and looked over. As soon as he saw me he looked back to the guy he was talking to. I rolled my eyes before making my way to the window seat next to him, sitting down and looking at him. 

He glanced at me before doing this weird little hair flip comb through combo.

"I don't know what it is." 

"What?" he turned to me, confusion lining his features.

"About you. I don't know what it is about you." I finished, crossing one of my legs over the other and turning completely to face him. He just stared at me blankly.

"I mean, its not like there's anything wrong with you, but then again, there doesn't seem to be anything right either." if he didn't look confused before he defiantly did now. "It's like you're quiet, but loud. Shy, but confident. Different, but exactly the same. Like you're there but not completely."   

"Wh-" he started as he began to stand up.

"STYLES, SIT." Mr. Berghuis bellowed as he entered the classroom, clad in his usual brown striped shirt and tie. I fished my iPod shuffle out of my bra before plugging in my earphones and blasting the Arctic Monkeys into my ears. There's no way I'm going to listen to that old wanker give us an hour-long speech on the importance of commas. I kicked my feet up onto the desk, closed my eyes and let the music fill me.

**1 HOUR 20 MINUTES LATER**

Mr. Berghuis glanced up at the analogue clock on the wall before saying

"Alright everyone, pack up your stuff and I'll see you on Wednesday."

I stood up and started winding my earphones around the iPod, bumping my chair under the desk with my hip and pushing the iPod back into my bra. As I was about to leave I saw a small note resting on the corner of my desk. Curious, I picked it up and read it.

'still confused as to what you said about me, wouldn't exactly mind you explaining it all to me later. whenever you have a free minute where you could explain, call me :) - 073-179-987' it read in messy handwriting. I rolled my eyes before folding it and shoving that too into my bra. This is why I wear a cup size bigger than my natural size, I don't use pockets. Or bags. Or purses. I don't really use anything to carry anything other than my bra.

I exited the classroom and entered the busy corridor. I scanned the multiple doors that lined the English corridor. I stopped scanning when I finally found the door I was looking for. Sec 111. I walked to it and leaned against the wall beside the door, picking at the black of my nails and waiting for Maddi and Ronnie to be dismissed.

"Hey!" Maddi exclaimed, practically bouncing out of the classroom and standing in front of me.

When Ronnie came out I pushed myself off the wall and made my way back to the front entrance of the school, leaving Maddi and Ronnie once again to trail behind me. 

"Don't you want  to stay in? I want to talk about a boy I met during the hols." Maddi whined as she grabbed me by the wrist. I yanked my hand out of her grip and shook my head, before I started ti once again pound down the corridor. 

"You guys can stay, I'm getting a fag."

They both nodded before turning around and making their way back to the tutor base.

I glanced up at the clock. 9:10. Out break lasts for 20 minutes, that should be enough time to go down the the shops. 

I pushed open the large front doors and made my way down the stairs, skipping the last few steps and jumping over them.

I walked past all the other students hanging around in the large concrete space and walked to the steel gates. I took a pasty out from under a ridge in the guard-post. 

"Ham and cheese David, the usual." I said as I handed it to him.

"Wheres the smoothie?" the fat man asked, his neck jiggling as he spoke to me.

I kneeled down and took ou the smoothie, handing it to him as he opened the gates for me. 

I walked out quickly as David shouted at me 

"Remember, 20 minutes!"

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Sorry for the late update

Hopefully the updates will get more frequent now that I'm getting used to the fact that I actually need to get up at 5 in the morning and have a life.

So yea, bye :)

~Lily