Just a Normal Girl (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter 2

As I began to sit down I could feel his eyes follow my movements. I wanted to look back at him but I was to nervous to do what my gut was telling me. What's up with him anyways? He's probably just going to make fun of me later. Like everyone else does, and did.

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Lane and I will be teaching your last year of science. I have a few rules but as long as you stay on my good side, we should have a magnificent year. " the teacher said with a bright smile.

As he began to go over class rules he stopped and looked past me. "Yes, Harry? " he said. I turned my attention towards the boy with a smirk on his pierced face.

"Will we be learning about sex this year? "

I heard a few laughs. This all makes sense now. Hes the class clown. The boy in the back of the room that doesn't give a shit. Not my type of person. Especially since I come here to learn, not to make friends.

"Are you going to start this year off like this again Styles? Because you may leave my class now if so. "

Murmurs of "oooo " and giggles filled the room as Harry sat back and looked care free.

"I think I'm good, SIR." He says and salutes the furious teacher who looks as if he could explode at any moment.

Mr. Lane turns back around and begins to teach yet again.

I would have never of guessed from the silent ride from the bus that he was the biggest prick to all of the teachers. He seemed quite. And even as if he needed a friend. But as I can see, he has many already.

After fourth period, lunch quickly rolls around. And of course, I have no one to sit with. I see Harry with a group of girls hanging over him like hes some kind of sex God. I look away after making brief eye contact and find an empty table.

I made my way over to it and sat down and began to take a bite out of my penut butter and jelly sandwich. About five minutes later two familiar looking girls made their way to the seat across from me. Both giggling and giving eachother looks.

"Can I help you? " I say politely.

"No but you can sure as hell shut up." The harsh tone, blonde hair, and rude sayings all made sense now. She was the girl who I bumped into this morning. I'm not quite sure why she doesn't like me. I don't even know the girl. All ive done is be nice.

"Sorry? " I say with a confused look on my face.

"This school doesn't need anymore wierdos. Especially ones who eye my boyfriend up and down." Harry. Oh my God this is Harry's girlfriend.

"I don't 'eye him up and down' " I say with a sarcastic tone now. "In fact I don't even know the guy. The only time I've speaked to him was when I had no where else to sit on the bus." I stated making it clear I have no feelings for him.

"Anyways," she starts again. "I think I can speak for everyone in this school that you don't belong here. Now go cut yourself again or something. " she gets up and starts laughing with her friend that looks even dumber than she does.

I had tottaly forgotten about the cuts on my left wrist. How can she say something like that and take it like a joke?

I watch her make her way over to Harry. She settles down on his lap and laughs like shes a maniac obviously trying to make me jealous. Too bad it wont work on me. I have no feelings towards that boy. I don't even know him. And he seems like trouble anyways.

I feel myself staring at the blonde and Harry again. I try to fight the urge to punch that oblivious girl right in the jaw for how rude she is. And also for accusing me of something I didn't do. It seems that no matter where I go, I never fit in. I'm just a normal girl. How hard is it for people to understand?

At the end of the day right after 6th period I quickly walk to my bus. I made my way up the three steps of the huge vehicle and exchanged a warm smile to the driver. I was early enough to find quite a few of empty seats. I took the one closest to the front and got out my phone. I scrolled through my instagram and liked every picture I saw. I then went to the search section and looked up 'Harrystyles' a few came up but I found one with the lip piercing and clicked the follow button. Since he was a private account I couldn't look through his photos. I didn't want to anyways. I bet they were tons of him and that slut.

What am I thinking? That wasn't right for me to say.. I have nothing to he mad about. Her and Harry are together and its... cute...

The long ride home ended. It was my stop and I rushed into my house with thoughts flaming through my head. My mom wasn't home so I avoided chores and went straight to my room. I layed in bed thinking of the terrible first day I had just encountered.

My mind drifted of to Harry.

His smirk is perfect. His piercing is something I would usually cringe at but his tattoes complimented it. His slicked back curls were adorable. He was adorable. I don't when know him but I'm beginning to crush. His attitude is horrible but maybe its just an act?

That girl doesn't deserve him. I'm sure hes a good person inside, but her? No. Shes disgusting and evil. The vibe I get from her makes me want to puke. She hadn't talked to me before yet she told me to cut. She said it right to my face. Even after seeing the cuts from the last time I did.

I got my blade out and laid down on my bed. I thought about everything. And I mean everything. I thought about reasons why I should cut, and reasons why I shouldn't. I pressed the blade on my wrist and slowly and painfully slid it up my arm. Blood began to drip down. Bright fresh blood from the first cut. I repeated those steps until I had about three cuts up my arm and a bunch of little ones that were horizontal. I then put a thick bracelet on my wrist and a couple of thread ones with bright colors. I cleaned the blood that was on my wrist before I put the bracelets on. I then began to hide my blade in its spot once again.

I hate myself. I always give in. I'm pathetic. I'm weak. And no one understands me.

I'm just a normal girl.