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Side. - Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

I woke up because of my alarm ringing. My eyes shot open while I sat up. My heart skipped a beat when I realised it was 8:20AM in the morning, I overslept. As fast as I could I stood up, yanked some clothes out of my closet and went straight into the bathroom to fresh myself up. I finally wriggled myself in a dark denim jeans and a simple white shirt before pushing my arms through a purple cardigan.

I cursed at myself for falling asleep this morning after I pressed the snooze button on my alarm, that never happened before, not even when I still lived in Detroit. Why didn’t Emily wake me up? Maybe she thought my classes would start at 9:30AM.

I was glad it was Friday, which meant I’d almost have two days off. It was my fourth day at my new school since I started on Tuesday. School went well the last few days. Every day I’d spend the day with one of my friends, or at least, Emily’s friends. I could get along with the girls already, and Danielle even asked me if I wanted to come watch a movie that night with the other girls. I was glad they… liked me, I guess.

“Ms. Anderson, you’re too late.” My history teacher said. She didn’t sound angry, but not relaxed about it either, more a bit annoyed. “I know,” I said out of breath from running up the stairs, “I’m sorry, I over slept.” She chuckled a bit with a smile. “If you get a ‘too late’ slip, you can join class.” She said before I left the classroom. I walked down the stairs, hoping I’d find the control room, where I could get a slip. But the problem was that I didn’t even know where it was. Nobody has ever told me, so I had no idea where it could be.

After looking for the control room for a few minutes, I gave up. If I’d stay out of class for any longer, I’d probably get into problems. I walked through the halls of the building, hoping I’d find a student or teacher who could tell me which way I had to go.

When I ended up in front of the entrance doors of the school, I saw a boy standing outside the building. His hair was brown and his curls were a bit messy. He wore a white V-shirt and a black, leather jacket. A cigarette was placed between his pink lips while he leaned against a brick wall. One foot was placed against it, his knee a bit pulled up, his other hand was in the pocket of his jeans. His arms were full of tattoos and I could see a black earring on his earlobe.

“Excuse me?” I asked politely as I walked through the entrance doors. The boy looked up to me, a small smirk appearing on his plump lips. “Do you know where I can get a ‘too late’ slip?” “Sure love,” He said as he threw his cigarette on the ground before shoving the underside of his shoe over it, “Let me show you.” His voice was low and raspy, like he just woke up, and I could hear his thick British accent, it was kinda attractive.

“So you’re new?” He asked as we walked through the halls in school. I nodded as I wrapped my fingers around the strap of my bag pack. “You don’t sound like you’re from the UK though.” He commented. “N-n-no,” I stuttered, I didn’t want him to ask about my past or something, even though I knew he wouldn’t, at least not now. “I’m from America.” “Cool.” Is all he said with a small smirk on his actually beautiful face. “What’s your name?” I blurted out. “Sorry.” I said immediately, already regretting to ask that question, probably he didn’t even want me to talk to him. “Harry.” He introduced himself.

“Hi Luke!” I greeted my ‘friend’ when I saw him, out of sudden,  walking out of a classroom. His blonde hair was pushed up in a quiff and his blue eyes met mine when he heard his name being called. Suddenly I saw a bit of anxiety, concern and anger filling his eyes and he didn’t say anything back, he just walked past me. I raised my eyebrows, not understanding why Luke didn’t say anything back, did I do something wrong?