Outsider

Who Is He?

It was the first day of school and I woke up early so I look nice. I pulled on some dark blue denim cuffed shorts and a white crop top. I slipped on my vans and brushed my naturally straight hair. I applied some dark blue eye shadow and some black eyeliner and mascara.

I picked up my white Jansport backpack and headed out to school. It was only a five minute walk from my large two story house.

I was almost to school when a black Range Rover slowly drove beside me. "Hello lovely." I turned my head to see a very attractive boy around my age speaking. He had dark brown curly hair, a lot of tattoos, and stunning green eyes.

"Um hi." I awkwardly spoke, "You new around here? If I saw your pretty face I'm sure I would remember." He smirked. "Yeah well I have to get to school so uh bye." I waved walking into the school campus.

I made it to the front office after about ten minutes of searching. I saw an elderly woman sitting at the front desk typing.

"Hello ma'm." I spoke as she jumped at my words, "my dear don't scare me like that I could have a heart attack." She laughed as I did with her, "Sorry but I need my schedule. Im Eva Thomas?" She searched through some files but found mine quickly, "Ah here we go sweetie have a nice day." She smiled and I returned one.

Soon enough I made it to first hour as the bell rang and I found a random seat. Setting my stuff down all of the other kids walked in and I could feel all eyes on me.

It had been around ten minutes and everyone was still looking at me. The door opened interrupting my thoughts.

"Late again Styles." The teacher spoke in monotone. "Oops." He smirked. That voice. It sent shivers down my spine, "You're in my seat Eva." He walked up to me, "H-how do you know my name?" He chuckled "Its on your notebook." I looked down and sure enough my name was written in my messy writing. I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks.

"Move." He roughly spoke to a girl near me as she gathered up her stuff and basically ran to another open seat. Poor girl.

I was doodling in my notebook when a note was thrown to my desk.

You should ring me sometime - 602-888-9999

-H xx

So his name starts with an H. I sarcastically laughed crumpling up the paper and shoving it in my pocket.

The bell rang after what seemed like hours and I slowly gathered up my stuff, watching Styles, or whatever his name is, leave.