Lost

REAGAN'S POV:

"REAGAN!!!" My mom yelled at the top of her lungs, I groaned and knew exactly what today was. It was the day that I hated out of any other day, first day of school. Even though I was barley entering the 9th grade, I already hated it. "REAGAN ELIZABETH! GET DOWN HERE OR YOUR GONNA MISS YOUR BUS!!!" my mom yelled once again. I hated it when she used my full name, I don't think it suits my. I quickly put on some sweats and a Rolling Stones t-shirt, along with some black vans. I ran down stairs while pulling my hair into a ponytail, expecting to see my mom. But as usual she was gone to god knows where! she was always out of the house sometimes she didn't even come home so I was mostly alone. I just shrugged it off and got my book bag and ran outside just in time because the bus was just barley stopping in front of my drive way. I jogged to the entrance of the bus and saw mostly quiet people in the front and preppy, sporty, and "populars". so I thought it was safest to sit in the middle where I ended up getting the most dirtiest looks from some girl with jet black hair. Just seconds later some guy shoved his way through and everyone stared at the boy with curls and green, jade eyes. He sat in the seat next to me and noticed all his friends and a big smile spreads across his face. he talked for about 2 minutes until he noticed me in the seat next to him, he looked at me for a minute or 2. before sticking his hand out and saying "hi! my names Harry, what's yours?" He said with a cheeky grin afterwards. "um...I'm Reagan." I stuttered while shaking his hand gently "well nice to meet u Reagan, can I have your number?" he said cheekily I removed my hand while rolling my eyes and moving two seats in front of him. "Um.. I believe I asked u a question." he said "and I believe I ignored it." I said while turning away from him. He stared at me for a while and I try my best to seem like I don't notice but I couldn't ignore any longer "why do u keep staring at me like that?" I asked "maybe because you rejected my friendly gesture." he stated. "Um.. no first off it wasn't friendly and secondly stop staring and lastly can u please leave me alone!". I guess he took the hint because he don't stare at me for the whole ride. I wondered why out of all the girls on the bus he had to annoy me. I could already tell that this wasn't the end of it.

HARRYS POV:

I literally had to shove my way through everyone on the bus, I came to my usual seat and saw Lina she had her face covered in her black hair. she was giving this one girl next to me the dirtiest looks. I looked at the girl for a minute or two she didn't really look harmful. I talked to Niall and Liam for a while until I felt attracted to the smell of raspberry and vanilla. I turned and saw the girl. she wasn't ugly at all, in fact she was quiet the looker. she had long red hair that caped around her back (even though it was in a ponytail). She was wearing a vintage Rolling Stones t-shirt with some sweat pants that said "New York" on the leg along with some black vans, quiet similar to mine. I realized I was staring when I felt her get uncomfortable under my gaze. "Hi! my names Harry, what's yours?" I said a little louder than I intended. She hesitated to each for my hand but still took it and replied with a quiet "um... I'm Reagan" I could already tell she was gonna be different. "Well it's nice to meet you Reagan, can I have your number?" I usually always say that and girls always take me up on the offer. But not her. she removed her hand and looked at me with disgust and walked to a different seat and sat down facing away from me. This was not what I wanted, I always get what I want. I stared at her in disbelief that she rejected me, I mean look at me does she know who I am? She snapped me out of my thought and said "why do you keep looking at me like that?" "maybe because you ignored my friendly gesture?" well I found it friendly. "Uhm no first off it wasn't friendly and secondly stop staring at me and lastly please leave me alone". I left her alone cause I wanted her to believe that she was safe from being "bothered" when in fact I was no where near done.