My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 1

As I sit in pre-calculus staring blankly at the teacher rambling on about some crap I'll never use in my entire life, my mind begins to wonder. It's coming to the end of my junior year and I cannot wait for next year...my last year of high school! FINALLY!!! I'll get out of this god forsaken hell hole. Honestly, high school hasn't really sucked THAT bad. I am just tired of being forced to be around a ton of people that I normally wouldn't be...all the fakes, the phonies, and the people who look down their nose at me thinking they are better than me. Maybe they are, but do they have to keep reminding me?

Let's see, where would I place my status here? I'm not one of the "popular" people but if you approached anyone on this campus, they'd be able to point me out. I guess you could say that I'm a jock, but I really don't feel I fit into that mold. I don't hang out with that crowd, although we are friendly in the halls between classes. I was co-captain of the varsity volleyball team this year and just finished my season in track and field. We are required to do four events, so, I sprint and throw shot put and discus. Made it to the meet just before the state competition this year. I'm not meaning to brag but I'm pretty proud of myself...I don't get an opportunity to do that very often.

My attention gets snapped back to reality when a new student meanders through the door. He's tall and thin. His green eyes scan the room as if he's checking to see who has noticed his grand entrance. He runs his hand through his long, curly brown hair and approaches the teacher. She points right in my direction and he walks over.

Dammit! The seat next to me is empty. I am truly in no mood to play nice with others today after the monster fight I had with my mom this morning. That woman can get under my skin like no one else! She must plan it out on how to crap in my Cherrios every morning.

"Hi."

Here we go! "Hi." I answer back trying to hide my eye roll. I look up to see this kid smiling at me with a face full of dimples. He's seriously good looking and he probably knows it.

"I'm Harry. How are you?" He asks in what appears to be an English accent. It completely catches me off guard. You don't hear too many of those in Dublin, California. I mean, it isn't exactly a big city.

"I'm Sam. Well, Samantha if you're pissed at me and Sammy if you want me to never talk to you again. And, I'm ok, I guess." I answer. Jeez! He's annoyingly formal.

"What year are you?" I ask.

"11th." He answers and grins again. His voice is so lax and comforting like he doesn't have a care in the world.

The teacher clears her throat to get our attention and continues her rant. I glance at the clock. Will this class ever end?!

Forty minutes later, the bell finally rings, I gather my things, and look up at Harry as he is studying his schedule and a map of the school. I suddenly feel bad. I was in his exact same shoes a couple years ago moving from Southern to Northern California.

"What class do you have next?" I ask.

"Biology." He answers without taking his eyes off the map.

"I'm going the opposite way to world history but I can give you directions. Come on."

He looks up at me and smiles showing off those damn dimples. The girls here are going to be all over this kid like stink on shit. Something tells me that those dimples and that award winning smile get him out of a lot of sticky situations...or into them.

We make our way to the center of campus where we need to go our separate ways.

"Sam!!!" It's Lisa, my best friend. Ever since my 2nd day at this school, we have been inseparable. "Who's your friend?" She can always sniff out the fresh meat on the campus. It's an art, really.

"Harry. Lisa. Lisa. Harry." I introduce them.

Harry holds out his hand and shakes hers. More annoying formality! Seriously?! However, Lisa bats her eyes and giggles. Dear lord! She's attempting to flirt.

I look at my phone. Shit! I better cut Lisa off before she bombards this kid with her version of speed dating and we're late to class.

I butt in and finish giving him directions and short cuts to his next class. He thanks me in the most formal way...ugh! So annoying!

"Harry, a word of advice...you might want to cut the formal bullshit or you are going to get eaten alive in this hell hole." I warn him.

He flashes that award winning smile and says, "Noted."

He turns and disappears into the ocean of students.

Lisa and I take off running. We aren't in the same class but have classes in the same building.

"If they grow on trees like that in England, I'm so moving there after college!" Lisa confesses just before running into her class. I chuckle and enter my class.

Poor Harry. I hope he can survive his first day.

Harry's POV

Starting a new school in a completely different country...This is seriously going to suck. Why did my stepdad have to get transferred to some obscure town in California?! Los Angeles would have been cool. The sun. The beach. That would have eased the stress of the move.

But, here I am. There's not much I can do about it. I glance down at my map of the school that screams I'm the new kid. Pre-calculus it is. I walk into the math building and approach the door to the classroom. Let's get this over with...

The teacher sits me next to this cute blonde. She appears to have a chip on her shoulder when I try to engage her in conversation. She looks right into my eyes when she talks...it scares the hell out of me. It feels like she can read my thoughts when she does that. Her eyes are a pretty shade of blue with what appears to be yellow towards the pupil...I can't seem to break myself away from them. I try not to stare too long at them or her amazing rack, for that matter. Come on, now! I'm a guy. I'm going to look BUT not stare. That would be rude.

The bell rings and I try to figure out where my next destination is when...Sam? I think that's what she told me her name was...offers a bit of help. Why not? Maybe that isn't a chip on her shoulder as much as it is a wall hiding something. She escorts me out of class. I motion for her to lead the way. Ladies first right?

I admire the view. She's got an athletic build. I bet she plays a sport or two. I'm about to ask her when some brunette comes bouncing up and Sam introduces her.

This Lisa chick rambles on about how much I'm going to like it here while I watch Sam react to some muscle head jocks walking by...

"Anderson!!!! Stop checking me out!!!" One of those jocks patronizes Sam. What an ass!

"Trent, if I wanted to hear from an asshole, I'd fart! You wish I was checking you out!!!" She responds without skipping a beat.

Hmmmm...sassy and cheeky too.

I try to focus as Sam turns to me and gives me directions to my next class and then she pulls me close advising me to lay off the formality. God she smells good! And just like that, she takes off running to class.

I wonder what Sam's story is. It's kind of hard to describe. She doesn't look like a girlie girl or high maintenance. She oozes feminism but not to the extreme of burning her bra. She strikes me as a girl I'd want to make out with one second and go play tennis with the next. I haven't really met any girl like that before.

This girl is all over the map and intriguing. I may have to pour the formality on thick just to get under her skin. I hope she shows up in another one of my classes.

A/N- Okay. Before you jump to conclusions, this isn't just a Harry fan fic. Sam ends up encountering all the boys. So, if you're a Zayn, Liam, Louis, or Niall fan, be patient and keep reading! There's a little something in here for all of you! ;) Thank you so much for reading! Please do not forget to vote, comment, and/or share!