Improvement ( Harry Styles AU )

Chapter 2

                                                          Kayla’s P.O.V

            So basically, we’re about 5 minutes from the bell ringing and the teacher gave us the remaining time to “speak amongst ourselves” aka speed nap. I crossed my arms, laid my head on my desk and closed my eyes, but as you know, nothing gold stays. So just like Johnny was stolen from ponyboy so was my nap from me as I heard someone clear their throat in front of my desk. Sighing heavily, I lifted my head from my desk to seek the disturbance that was selfishly taking away from my napping time. Only to find a certain curly-headed boy smiling down at me. Fuck.  I put a fake half smile on my face and spoke, “hey, what’s up? Need help with something?” I kind of snapped at the end, I didn’t mean to but he noticed it and I watched as his smile faltered and he shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. But he soon composed himself and his whole demeanor changed.

“I just wanted to get to know you since we have to spend the day together but, you don’t seem interested at all. What’s wrong? Why do you seem so fucking pissed?” he spoke up, sounding way more confident than I had anticipated.

I looked away and said “Nothing. I’m fine. There’s nothing to tell you, I’m pretty ‘what you see is what you get’.” I lied. “Look, the bells going to ring in a minute, what do you have second hour?”

He looked down and replied “Oh...  I, uh, okay. Fine, not like I cared anyway. And I have Physics after this, why?” He looked curious as to what I was getting at. I huffed and shot him a look and said “Of fucking course you do. Let see your damn schedule.” I snapped as I held my hand out for it. He smiled for some ungodly reason and handed it to me whilst saying “What? Do you think I’m lying? And why do you seem to not like me? Do I seem that bad?”  I looked up from the schedule as he finished; his eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning. Well now I feel bad… I looked back down and did a double take. We have the same schedule. That’s why she’s making me do this, dammit. The bell just rang so I got up and nodded my head towards the door and harry followed suit.

“So, uh…erm...-“ I heard him speak up, I cut him off. “My name’s Kayla.” A few moments later he spoke again.

“Oh, Okay. Kayla, you know you don’t have to show me around all day… I can find my way… I’m sure I’ll make it to my classes eventually…” he trailed off. I mentally rolled my eyes. How can he dress like that and act like this? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I spun on my heel and he stopped immediately with his eyes wide.

“Dude, trust me, I wasn’t planning on showing you around all day, but we have the same damn schedule! So, just follow me. We don’t have to talk” I snapped again. He almost looked disappointed after I said that… No he couldn’t be. Never mind. Even if he wanted to be friends, it doesn’t matter. He’d leave like everyone else.

I spun back around and started walking but I didn’t hear his boots clicking behind me… What could he possibly be doing now? I turned around only to see Harold standing where I left him, running his fingers through his hair looking distraught. Did I do this to him? I feel bad... why can’t he just stay away from me? That way, no one gets hurt. “Aye, what’s wrong?” I nudged him. He looked down, grabbed my arm and said “Why do you not like me? I just don’t understand…Can’t we start over?” Is he serious? Have I not been a huge bitch to him? Why can’t he just give up? Start over? Why would he want to? He just doesn’t get…’Of course he doesn’t, you won’t let him’ My conscience reminds me.Ugh, I mean I’m sure he’s not a bad guy, he seems sweet and all but I won’t let myself be friends with him and if I don’t know anything about him then I can’t want to be friends with him.

“Have I not made it obvious? No! We can’t start over because we can’t be friends. I never judged you; I simply just don’t care to get to know you. I can’t do this. Please...don’t make me do this.” I whispered a I tore my arm from his grip and walked away.    

My eyes started to tear up. I can’t do it. Why can’t he just leave it be and not talk to me like everyone else? What he doesn’t know is that I’m afraid. This can’t happen again and it won’t because I won’t let him ruin my hard work.

                                                            Harold’s P.O.V

Okay, what just happened? I just don’t understand why she’s so mean to me. I mean, she doesn’t even know me… Why does this always have to happen to me? I just...Fuck, I’m crying. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could have a friend, one that would actually like me, all of me. Kayla doesn’t even know me yet she thinks I’m a freak, I can see it in her eyes. But there’s something in her eyes and I know that look…that was pure sadness, but why? I have to find out. But not now, I have to find out where my class is.

                                                            *10 minutes later*

Well, I think this is it. I walked up to the door and was about to open it when I felt someone push me really hard into it and I stumbled into the classroom making everyone look up and stare at me. My cheeks flushed and I looked down… great, this is wonderful. Someone cleared their throat from beside me and I shyly looked up to see what looked to be the teacher. “And why are you disrupting my class?” She spoke with a pointed look. “I-I uh..erm..”  I stuttered and everyone snickered. I looked over the class to see If this was the right class…Ah! There she is. I was right. “I’m Harry… The new student.” I looked down, again.  “Well, Harry, it’s very nice to meet you, but it’s very unacceptable to be late, I’m afraid that...” A familiar voice cut her off “Sorry he’s late; it’s my entire fault… I lost him in the hallway so he had to find his way. Please, there’s no need for him to have a detention for my actions” a looked up to find Kayla speaking. Thank god! My dad would’ve killed me. Maybe she’s changed her mind… I smiled slightly at the thought.

 “Oh, okay. Thank you for informing me, Ms. Loughery. Harry, go take a seat next to Kayla. She’s your lab partner.” The teacher spoke up. I nodded my head and walked towards Kayla. I smiled at her and sat down but she just rolled her eyes and scooted further away. “K-Kayla… What’s wrong?” I stuttered again. Gosh, I hate that. It’s been happening ever since- never mind. She looked up at me and shook her heard. “Harry, you don’t get it, do you? I told you we can’t be friends, I meant it. Yes, I just saved your ass but that was because I felt bad. Just stop.” I sighed. “But w-why? I just want to be friends with you and get to know you… what is it about me that seems so bad? Do you think I’m a freak…? I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.”  I whispered with tears welling up in my eyes. She was staring at me intensely, I could feel her gaze but I wouldn’t dare look. The desk was looking really interesting at the moment… I have a habit of doing that, looking down that is. I’ve never been confident in myself so I found that looking down makes so that no one really notices you. “That’s exactly why we can’t be friends though; you can’t get to know me. Nothing about you seems off, you seem like a really nice guy and definitely not a freak even though I do think it’s a little odd that you keep talking to me even though I’ve been nothing but a frigid bitch to you. But hey, that’s you so, do you boo boo, do you.” She slightly giggled. What a pretty laugh. “But I’m just saying if you stay away from it’ll help you in the long run. Save us both a little oxygen.” She sighed turning back towards the teacher.

Well, were going to be friends whether she likes it or not. I can’t help but think something’s terribly wrong and it’s really bothering me. I’d really like to hear her giggle again… I feel like we could be really close… I have a feeling we have more in common than she could imagine and I will stop at nothing to make sure I’m right…

                                                                      *  4th Period  *

I’m ripped from my thoughts as the bell rings and everyone gets up to leave. I can’t believe it’s only second period. I was walking down the hall to Calculus when a group of guys shoved me against a locker. Jocks. One of them I recognized as Mackey. "Hey freak, hows school?" he spoke condecendingly as he kneed me in the groin and I fell to the dust ridden ground in a heap. His friends kept repeatedly kicking me in the stomach as they spit harsh words down at me "creep", "Freak", "Mental", "Weirdo", "Loser". 'What have I done to deserve this?'  I thought to myself as I coughed up a bit of blood. After about five minutes of this, they left me, groaning in pain, in the hall. About a half hour later I begrudgingly got up and made a clear escape to the main entrance, I'm going home.