In Style || Harry Styles

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If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do then baby I'm perfect, baby I'm perfect for you. - Harry Styles (Perfect)

Oliveira -

As my hair blows in my face, my eyes are witness to the hallway of adolescent teens and much to my own horror I'm one of these so called 'Teens' but I have the mentality of an 20 year old and a 4.8 GPA. Even as a child i was always smarter than any other child. Always acing tests but being so smart does have its downside. Never fitting in. Being teased constantly. I mentally praise god that this is my last year here.

I push my way past a crowd of somehow already sweaty boys who continue to look at my bum as i pass by them. I make my new homeroom for the year, Mr. Kirkman. He is a very energetic teacher which i find very hard to understand when he has to spend his days with unbearable teenagers.

He always seems to make our days ten times as better no matter how bad the storm. Despite everything my four years have been great Having the highest rank in all of my advanced classes lowest grade being a ninety five.

"Stephanie!!!!" I ears instantly notice the voice of my best friends Hady and Paige.

We have one more until i disappear to Oxford University. Hady to MIT and Paige being the second smartest goes to Harvard hopefully. I frown at the thought of leaving them, leaving California.

I turn around to only be embraced by them. "Eww you two again." I joke. "God you have a hearing problem if you couldn't hear us from behind you." I cant resist to roll my eyes at her snide comment.

I gaze back at Hady, her oval shaped face. Her light brown radiant hair and lovely hazel eyes blend marvelously well, Paige on the other hand has glowing blonde hair with fantastic ocean blue eyes.

Her summer tan is perfect, she looks like an ideal beach babe.

Whilst I only have a dried mane of brown hair unfocused green eyes hidden my a hair of big bulky nerdy frames and the palest skin at our school. We are missing two more of our best friends Favor and Danielle. We haven't seen them all summer long. Which is actually really strange because they are practically inseparable.

"Homeroom?" I ask. "Mrs. Zamaripa?!" Hady exclaims in shock. I cant help but to smile at her misfortune. Mrs. Zamaripa was the oldest teacher here. She is always frustrated almost as if she is still in menopause. "Mr. David" Paige sighs in relief. "Hey speaking of teachers i heard there is a new principal? Apparently Mr. Rudd was fired for having some type of relationship with like a student or something like that." I hear Paige's soft voice besides me.

Doesn't really surprise me that Mr. Rudd would do something like that he looks like a pedophile anyway. Just the simple way he would look at me would make my stomach churn. "Eww i knew he was a creep." Hady's voice disturbs my thoughts.

"Yeah like didn't figure that out? He looked like wanted to hump my leg every time i would walk by him." We laugh out loud. Suddenly my face meets with a hard object. Knocking the air out my lungs almost. I trip and fall back on my behind.

"What the f-" i hear myself almost saying the 'F' word. My eyes lock with a pair of jade green eyes that are just like my own only much darker.

"I'm sorry miss." I hear the famous British accent that rolls off of his tongue that you would only hear in England. I look up to see his face

His face structure is perfect. He is so disturbingly handsome i dare say that my eyes haven't witnessed anything so beautiful which is the most unsettling part about everything. My eyes notice the deep dimples that are revealed as he smirks.

Why is he smirking? Is he smirking at me?

It's oddly aggravating me. I feel the comforting hands of my friends help me up along with another set of hands which are firm but strangely gentle.

"Sorry" i say without hiding my clear annoyance. "No forgive me." I find myself staring at him once again.

Those jade green eyes locking me in his trance

"I'm Hady Walker. This is Paige Sanders and the girl you just bumped into is Stephanie Oliveira."

I can't control the tint of red overcoming my cheeks as she carelessly exposes my identity. All i receive from him is that annoying smirk.

"I am your new principle, Mr. Styles."