battle scars // h.s

Chapter 4.

"Are you alright?" his voice spoke softer, his body hesitating with taking a step towards me.

"Umm... yeah I'm fine. Thanks." I replied looking him up and down. He was wearing a white v-neck, the tops of what looked like wings peaking over the neck inked on his skin. He had on thee tightest jeans I've ever seen on a guy, and oxfords. His left arm had tattoos adorning it, leaving only a little unmarked skin before you can call it a sleeve. He had his ears pierced and his eyebrow too. He looked like a bad-boy and a trouble maker, but yet he looked like a really nice and sweet guy. 

"Well are you going to class or what?" he spoke bringing me out of my trance. I hadn't heard the bell ring but I guess it did seeing as students started to enter the school again. 

"Uhh yeah." I stuttered and walked over to my open car door and grabbed my half-eaten sandwich and backpack before closing the door and locking it. "What class do you have now?" he spoke as I approached where he was standing. I pulled my schedule from my pocket and went to unfold it only to have my rip it from my hands. "Hey!!?" I exclaimed and he only chuckled, "Relax." he said smiling. 

"Ahh, History & Art. Looks like we are going to get to know each other over the next year then!" he said shoving the schedule back at me then starting to walk ahead of me faster. Seeing as Brianna wasn't here to help me to class, not like I expected her to be after lunch, I followed him in hopes he was going to History class. To my honest surprise he was!

I walked in behind him to once again be met with the stares and snickers. I rolled my eyes and walked over to a desk close to the back and wall. I was halfway down the isle when I heard the teacher walk in, I heard heels so I knew it was a woman. "Excuse me miss?" she spoke her voice holding a strong American accent. I turned around and was met with Ms. Bilson. "Hi." I said my voice just above a whisper. She motioned me up to her desk as the last bell rang and the class filled up. Great.

"You must be miss Lillian Morris, am I right?" she asked looking up from her papers on her desk. She wasn't a very tall woman but she was stunning. "Yes I am. Nice to meet you." I said smiling. I heard someone cough "kiss up" and Ms. Bilson looked up at the chuckling class. "Well Lillian, where were you heading? You like the back of the class?" She asked me and my cheeks reddened on the spot. 

"Umm...I-I was umm...-" I stuttered, and she continued to look at me with a blank expression. then she spoke up, "I choose where my students sit and you will be no exception, so lets see here...-" she said then scanned the classroom for my seat, most likely for the rest of the year. 

“Hmm, how about you sit next to… Harry! Harry put your hand up, please.” Ms. said and I turned to face the class waiting to see who ‘Harry’ was.

No hand was up, so I kind of furrowed my eyebrow but before I could turn back to Ms. she said, “Ok Mr. Styles you’ve had your fun now please raise your hand.”

I saw the hand of Mr. ‘husky voice guy’ who is now called Harry rise. He was sitting by himself. I looked down at the ground mentally cursing as I walked over to his desk.

“Well I guess we are partners for the rest of the year, yay!” he said completely not amused or happy. “Uhh yeah I guess so.” I said my voice coming out strong and kind of snobby. He just rolled his eyes and slammed his textbook on the desk.  

*Last Class*

I couldn’t wait to get out of that awkward History class. I don’t know why it was awkward but it was. Brianna was still a no show so I asked Ms. Bilson where the Art room was and she walked me to it. It was really embarrassing to have a teacher walk me to class like, just what I needed to help me fit in.

When I walked into the ‘Art Studio’ like it said on the class door, I was in awe. My old school had a really crappy art’s program compared to here, and I went to a private school which is supposed to be top notch.

Ms. Slosel was running around the room with a paint splattered apron on.   She was sorting different pencils and when the second bell rang, she stopped and told us our assignment. "Hello guys, umm... I'm really busy so you guys start your individual projects. New girl come walk with me please." She said and I got up nervously and followed her. 

"Hi, I'm Ms. Slosel and you are?" "I'm Lillian, Lillian Morris." I said smiling. "Welcome to my art studio, I do this with all my students. I want to get an idea on where you are as far as level of artistic ability. So I'm going to give you a piece of paper and a few pencils and you show me what you've got." She said handing me a piece of paper and 4 pencils. 

"Now go, and sit next to Harry. He's the only one without a partner." She said shooing me away. I just can't catch a break... 

I walked over to where Harry was with his headphones in. He didn't even look up, or notice me at all which is how I like it. He's no more than a jerk so I want nothing to do with him. 

*Close to the end of class*

Harry and I actually had a nice conversation. He was drawing a tattoo design that he would like to get to finish off his sleeve. It was really good, I have to say. I finished my cat drawing and I have to say it looks really good. When I gave it to Ms. Slosel she didn't say anything though and had no emotion. Whatever. 

I left the class and walked to my locker. I pulled out my books, seeing as I had a lot of work to catch up on to the classes. 

I had 3 textbooks in my bag and 3 in my hands. I just closed my locker when someone ran into my back, and I fell to the ground my books flying everywhere. “Watch where you’re going bitch!” I heard a girl say and I immediately recognized Brianna’s voice.

I looked up with a glare on my face to see her and “Harry?” I said. He smirked and wrapped his arm around Brianna. “You know her babe?” she asked Harry.

“Uh, yeah teachers are making me sit with her. She stinks and is so annoying always trying to talk to me. What a loser.” He said, I don’t know why but it stung. I'm so ready to be done with this terrible day.

They kissed and walked away laughing at me along with all the other kids in the hallway still. I picked up my books and started to stand when I looked up, only to be met with Harry’s cold eyes.

I ran out to my car, threw my books in and drove away from the school. Tears were brimming on the lower lid of my eyes but I blinked them away, I will not let this school or anyone in it break me down. I have my own baggage and battle scars and this school will only strengthen me.

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