Summer Camp Sweethearts ( Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 2: Math Class

"Thank God..." I mumble to myself as I enter my third period class and see that not one of my three friends are here. I know that eventually the fact that I have no one to talk to in any of my morning classes will get on my nerves but for right now, it's my savior. Now I have the rest of this period to completely ignore the teacher and think up what I will say to Em, Jamie and Alex next period in lunch.

"Alright class, settle down in your seats you will have plenty of time to catch up with your friends later. My name is Mrs.Pottermen and this class will be entirely about, as you may have guessed by the room, math." Scattered groans could be heard all throughout the class room. Mrs.Pottermen is a tall blond that seems way too pretty to be a math teacher, but who am I to judge. "Oh please, you guys knew what this class was about when you stepped through the door, there's no need to groan." I grabbed my notebook and began to doodle while she took attendance of the class. "Zach Weber?"

"Here."

"Cassie Artinger?"

"Here."

"Harry Styles?" I shot my eyes up from my notebook as I heard his name. Could it be? It couldn't! He was still in London the last time I checked....

"Here." I heard a familiar British voice come from the back of the classroom. Oh my god.... Had he seen me yet? Please don't call my name, PLEASE don't call my name!

"Jonathan Supplee?"

"Here."

"Mary Granger?"

"Here."

"Abigail Baker" Of course she has to say my name the one time I don't want her to. Why me?

"Here." I mumble as I sink lower into my chair. As she continues on with the list I sit in my seat unable to move a muscle. I hope he doesn't see me , I mean I miss him and all but after the way it ended in London I can't bear to be near him right now. I slightly turn my head to the side to so I can see him out of the corner of my eye, OH GREAT, he is staring straight at me! I turn my head back toward the front board and pray that this period will end quickly so I can run out of here. I'd rather be explaining him to my friends that having to sit here feeling his heated stare. As she finishes calling all twenty names of the students in our class, she turns back toward her desk to grab our classwork. I heard the slight screeching of seats moving on the floor and the pitter pattering of feet.

"Psst" I heard from the seat that use to be vacant behind me. I turn my head slightly only to be face to face with the boy I wanted to be away from. "We need to talk." He says in his usual husky voice.

"I don't want to hear it." I say using all my strength to not fall back in love with him and his beautiful green eyes and brown hair and his perfect smile and the way..... Abigail stop it!

"Look I'm sorry for what happened in London, I was just so angry at the fact that you were leaving me back to the states..." he whispers causing me to roll my eyes at his lame excuse.

"Oh please, first you yell at me for no reason the you storm off a day before I leave and don't even say goodbye. Also not to mention the fact that you didn't call or text or even try to get in contact with me in the week that I've been home to apologize." I looked up to avoid tears from rolling down my face.

"I was in a bad place after you left , I blamed you for choosing to leave.."

"I had to, you know it was only until the summer camp ended!" I whispered, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"I get that now, that's why I'm here. I asked my mother if I could stay with a family friend in San Francisco so I could go to school here... And after my constant pleading for about 3 straight days, she finally agreed." He left his life in London for me, why? He can't just sweet talk his way back to me, he made me really depressed since I left and now he thinks I will just take him back, I don't think so!

"I don't know what you were planning to accomplish by coming here, but if you think that you can get me to be with you again that easily, then you've got another thing coming." I said turning back to the front as the teacher finally found the papers that were hidden in her desk.

"Abs, please..."

"Harry, is it?" The teacher interrupts him as she hands out the papers. " I hope your new seat won't be disruptive to the rest of the class, will it?"

"No, it wont be." He retorts sourly as he leans back in his chair. He was never the one to be good with adult figures, whether it be his parents or the camp leaders, he always had an attitude with those who tried to boss him around. The rest of the period went by rather slowly as we finished our math work, which I am so bad at! When the bell rang I was out of there like a flash, I needed to get away fast. I quicken my pace until I reached my locker. I grabbed my lunch and made my way to the cafeteria where hopefully I can rely on my friends advice on my situation.

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Alright, I know no one is actually reading this yet but I was wondering if anybody could make me a better cover for the story because I am really bad at making covers. Leave criticisms in the comments and I will update whenever I get the chance, MKAY BYE!