Two Visions

Chapter 1

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I can't stop looking at her. Her dirty blonde hair sways down her back as she shakes her head in amusement. She is so hot, she has curves in all the right places, and she knows it; her clothes appear to be sowed on her. Her hazel eyes catches me off-guard, and she looks at me with a playful look reading my thoughts. She just made a rude comment towards the teacher, and he answered her back, trying to defend himself as his cheeks’ color turn into a brighter color of red. She’s so sassy. As he sees the girl in front of him laughing, his face twists into an annoyed expression. The class is dismissed, and I can hear him talking to her:

“May I talk to you, miss…?” His face wants an answer as he looks at the girl with the amazing eyes.

“Heart.” She replies, her feet halfway through the doorstep.

“Excuse me?” the teacher answers her. I can’t help myself; I giggle at the look of his face. I was thinking his thoughts were: “Her last name can not possibly be Heart, she doesn’t have one!”, they both stare at me.

“I’m sorry, my name is Harry Styles.”

“You’re sorry that your name is Harry Styles?” The girl states as she tilts her head backwards and a beautiful laughter escapes her thick lips. On second thought, not so beautiful as I feel like a freaking child.

“No, I’m sorry I interrupted.” I scratch my neck and collect my books. “I will go now.”

That was awkward. I hate when people catch me being insecure. I’m not insecure at all. I wanted to fire something back to the girl, but she would probably just embarrass me even more. I walk to the library to wait for my next class, General Genetics, thinking about anything and nothing. And her eyes, of course. I don’t know why I chose that class, I just thought I would take something that was somehow difficult while I was here. Back in England, my mother wanted me to be something great. I was tired of all her nagging about making something of myself, so I moved here. I hated her when I left her and my sister. I moved to Arkansas, and I really don’t know why now that I’m here. Why didn’t I move up North where the environment, or at least people would be a closer assemblance to British people? I hate the accent of the South, I will never get used to the “y’all”s and the ”how ya doin?”s. But I love those playful eyes, and I linger to meet them once again.

“Hello?? World to Harry!” I see a hand waving in front of my eyes. The next I see is the face of Liam. “Ready for bio?”

“Uh.. yeah. Sure.” He laughs as if something was funny. I no longer have his attention and he keeps babbling about how there are so many hot chicks at this college. Luckily, he doesn’t have a southern accent; he’s from New York. I met him a few weeks ago at a welcome-meeting or something, and he looked as lost as I did. We try to find our way to the classroom, which is a lot harder than I expected it to be. We finally get there, and as we enter, the Heart-girl sits in front of the classroom, her eyes staring at us.