he's so mean [harry styles]

He's So Mean

Cassia's POV:

Well, here we go.

Hi. My name's Cassia. Cassia Greenwald.

I'm 15.

I'm in my second year of what Americans call "high school."

I live in England, and go to Chapman Secondary School.

That's enough about me.

Anyway, today is my first day of school after Christmas break.

I walked into school, my head down, averting attention from myself.

As I walked into the Commons, or the main hub at my school, I go to my usual place in the corner, standing with Dani.

Dani's my best friend. I met her when I was 10, and we've been pretty much inseparable since then.

You're probably thinking, "Who is this girl? Is she some loser?"

No. I actually have a lot of friends. I'm shy, I guess that's what makes me seem so lonely.

I loved school most of the time.

My teachers were great, especially Mr. Daniels, my history teacher. He was so attractive, not only physically, but in the way he taught. But it was only a little stupid crush.

I was smart, I had great friends, and everything seemed perfect.

Until he moved into the school.

The second we made eye contact, I could tell that he was one of those boys who has a million friends the minute he starts talking.

He was attractive. I'm not going to deny that.

But man, oh man, did he hate me.

I remember when I first met him.

He had sauntered up to me, wide smile,
a deep dimple dug into his cheeks.

His curly hair fell over his eyes, the eyes the color of emeralds.

He smelled good. I remember thinking that. He smelled like a forest, like freshly fallen leaves and mint, all mashed together. I don't know, that's just how I would describe it.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Hey there." He said, grinning.

"H-hi." I stuttered, my eyes automatically glued to the floor.

He chuckled.

"Shy?" He muttered.

I nodded, still not making eye contact with him.

"So I heard that you're smart...wanna give me the answers to last nights history homework?"

My head shot up, my brow furrowed.

"No." I snapped. "Do your homework yourself."

He chuckled again, a deep, low sound.

Then he grabbed the hem of my shirt.

"How about now?" He muttered through gritted teeth.

"N-no! G-get your hands o-off of me!" I yelled, pushing him back and stumbling into the wall behind me.

He scowled and brushed off his shoulder.

"You better watch out. I'm not a person to mess with." He threatened, walking back into the halls, immediately surrounded by a group of people.

Those people. Wanting to know all about him, wanting to know where he came from, wanting to know who he is.

All I wanted to do was forget all about him.












-Gigi