Long Gone

6. In MY SCHOOL!

I shut my eyes close.

My head shoots up after a moment and I open my eyes slightly. Harry!? He is in this school. Why? Could this get any worse! I look at his green eyes as he looks into my light ones, he smirks. No, he did not just... that asshole. The teacher tells him to sit and since my luck is so good he sits beside me. Points for Nikkei! The hot new guy is beside her. Yay! Again, sarcasm.

He sits down and I don't even bother to look at him.

"Hey roomie! Didn't know you go to this school." He says trying to make conversation with me. I glanced at him and looked straight, suddenly too interested in the white board. After a few tries I think he finally got the message that I do not want to make any kind of conversation.

As soon as the bell rang, I took my bag and rushed out of the classroom as fast as I possibly can. Next was French.

French is great, except for the stupid teacher. She was rude and pathetic and had raging hormones because of her pregnancy. She was fat and could barely stand properly after that pregnant belly. Harry was not in this class and I sighed in relief

I hope to have only one class with that piece of shit. French went by in a blur like usual. It was now time for my favourite P.E.!!

I absolutely love sports even though I am a lazy person. When it comes to sports, all my laziness disappears pretty soon. I love athletics and stuff but the thing I absolutely adore is SOCCER. It's the best! There used be a team for girls soccer in my old school. I was really great and used to train my juniors. But since I came here, I haven't played much.

In our school there was thing for P.E... We get to choose our games. I chose Soccer! Or athletics. Maybe my luck will get better today; I might get to play soccer today! I walk to the girls locker room which smells like someone dropped a stink bomb here, only the bomb had too much perfume and not stinky stuff.

As I opened the door I was treated by choking smell of perfume and sweat. Guhh, gross! Every girl was either full or almost naked, putting in the fake silicon boobs, or giggling. What's with giggling and girls. I mean, if you wanna laugh then fucking do it, no need to choke it down by this weird sound. Without bothering, I walk to my closet and start tasking out my clothes to change into.

I was in the middle of wearing my shirt when I heard HIS name. Do they not have any other topic!

"Shh, don't take his name." A voice I recognize as our school slut's says.

"Sorry" another giggles. Ugh. "He is a damn good kisser and so good in bed. Are you sure you're okay with just Ian?"

"I don't know, we'll see about that." Slut 1 says and I could practically hear the drool dropping. I mean I could literally hear it. I swear on HIS soul.

Oh wait! He doesn't have one.

Never thought I'd say this, ever but... you're right!

I always am, babe. I always am.

I decide to ignore her and them hoes. I put the school's P.E. uniform, tight t- shirt and short shorts. Yes, this school loves to help the girls prove they're sluts. I try to get the stuff out of my head and go to the field. I am surprised by the fact that there is a soccer ball in the middle field. Please tell me it's not what I'm thinking. I mean it is what I'm thinking.

Damn you habits!

I wish that I play soccer today! I've loved this game since 4th grade! I remember how my teacher, Ronald Sir, used to teach me and the good times. I became so good at it that I trained my juniors after a year or 2. We used to go to matches across the state in that small bus of ours. He also has so many embarrassing pics of me, even today. I was such a kid. I remember how much I used to die to play that game.

*flashback*

I had just broken my arm and my knee bone had a crack in it. I shouldn't even think about soccer at this moment since it was the reason I broke my bone, almost. I had huge bandages on my elbow and knee, left one. It's a good thing I can write with both hands, although I'm originally a leftie. But the teachers don't know this.

I whined and whined to our coach about playing for almost an hour when he said he'd allow me to play but fr only an hour. I pumped my fit in the air and wen to play in that condition. I didn't care about anything other than playing. I ran to the field as fast as I could. I was so damn happy. It was raining and it made this better.

I started to play the best I could. I dribbled the ball here and there, passed it and got passed to. It had been 25 minutes yet I felt like it had been like only 10 minutes. I got the ball and the opponent player came in front of me as I kicked the ball. Just as I kicked the ball, I slipped. The ball went flying from right beside the player and I fell. I fell so hard. I thought I'd die and if I won't, my mother would definitely kill me.

*end of flashback*

I chuckled at the thought. I did so many stupid things because of soccer, for soccer and I never regret any of it. I was snapped out of my daze when some thick British accent that matched mine (Yes, I have a British accent) called my name. I looked up to see no one other than the devil himself.

Harry Alden.

I swear to god if he bothers me again. I'm gonna cut his head off!

I hear some gasps from the room. Did I say that I'm gonna kill him out loud? Maybe. I look around for some expressions when my doubts are cleared as he spoke up again.

"I choose Nikkei" He says with a effing smirk on his face. That motherfu-

Hey! Be happy!

What on this fucking earth am I supposed to be happy about?

1) He is hot! 2) He helped you play soccer. Coz no one will choose you.

Okay maybe there is one thing.

I groan and stand up. I look at the coach who had a nervous smile on his face. Do I look like I will rip his face off? Wait, I do. The other teams are chosen and the coach plays the whistle. I told Harry, more like commanded Harry that I will play forward since there were only 2 in a team.

I was currently dribbling the ball and the opponent players were around me. Where is that asshole? I look around as I see him running towards me. I roll my eyes and dodge the ball from both of them and score! The game continues. It was 5-1. In case you're wondering, we are the winning team. After another goal, Harry takes off his shirt as I roll my eyes and leave knowing only 5 minutes are left.

Show off.

I shower and get to the cafeteria to eat my lunch but the universe has some other plans for me. As I take my lunch and sit down I see someone sit on MY TABLE.

I look up to see Jess. As if it was not enough, it sent Harry too to sit with me!

What can I say, my life rocks!

Sarcasm again.

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Okay, so I've been thinkig and thinking about who should I give Harry's character. Help please!

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-N