fine print. (Harry Styles)

chapter 1.

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~Freshman year~

Waking up alone has never a big deal for me. Being a very independant and care free girl, being alone is just a normal, day by day situation; and only being 14, I have no time for boys. I'm just trying to get done with school before I have to worry about that whole new chapter in life dedicated to the male population. I can do it.

WRONG!

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I have been in highschool for about 3 months and all I can say is what the actual hell?!? High school is so weird, I see people making out in the most random spots, and the teachers are so tense; do they not know how to just chill and eat pizza? Anyways what I am trying to get across it that High School is a whole different level compared to middle school... Trust me.

Even though I keep to my self and stay out of the daily drama, I often stand by and witness some crazy shit. Like what is High School without that group of girls who get high and drunk during gym and lunch. Yes, I am a bit crazy myself, and I don't mind a good time but I keep it on the down low. It makes life in general so much easier.

As I'm walking down the hall towards the back stairs that leads to my last class of the day, a voice swooped me out of my solitaire trance. The voice that seemed to know my name was getting closer even as kept walking to my destination. "Leah!"......."Leah!!"

Should I turn? Do I even care that one person knows who I am, because the last time I checked Im almost completely invisible to 90% of this school and the percent that knows of my existence are 3% my teachers, 5% my field hockey team and the last 2% my one and only best friend, Justin. Justin is a sophmore but since I excel in reading and writing we are in ELA10 together, that's how we meet and instantly clicked. Speaking of ELA, that is the class I am heading to now!

"OUCH!" I felt a quick sharp thump on the back of my leg, and than heard a small clink to the floor. I turn my whole body in the direction of the thrown object, first I look down to see a purple spear candy on the ground just a few inches away from me. Than as I take a look up, assuming to find the person the voice belongs to. An very attractive guy that I have only seen maybe once, possibly during orientation; is stood a few feet away from me holding the most to die for grayish blue eyes.. I mean a box of gobstoppers in his sandy blond hai...hands! I really do hope he is the person who was calling my name. Wait, how did he even know my name and why the is saying my name? Now I'm confused. His good looks aren't fooling me, he must need last nights homework for whatever class.

"So first off, why the hell did you just throw a gobstoper at me?! That's not cool at all man."

He seems lost for words. Yeah, I might be quiet but I'm not afraid. It's takin him a few seconds to process while he just looks at me dumb found but honestly, I don't have the time, I need to get to class, because if I'm late.. I don't have a excuse. So I turn and walk away getting not as far as I hoped because there was a light tug at my wrist turning me back around about 5 inches from his face. I feel the heat rush to my face help but I refuse to smile at his smooth but very handsom features. He reminded me of the beach, like a HOT beach.

"Hey beautiful, my name is charlie."

"H...Hi, I'm L..Leah" my nervous stutter brakes my silence. Number one he was really attractive and number two if he is who I think he is, I have have the right to nervously stutter. That would make him the #1 player in the school and a sophomore. But I have never been the one to believe rumors or judge anybody until Im giving the chance to get to know them; you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, right? But I definitely should be careful, better safe then sorry.

"I know who you are silly." Why is he laughing at me?

"oh.... okay. Do you need the ELA homework?" It's annoying, I work hard while others just.. "Wellll Leah since I have you here, I'm not even in any of your classes so no, I do not need your homework but I do need your number. yeah?" what the?? This is so strange, abnormal, a dream.. A nightmare? I don't know what I should say or do. I shouldn't be panicking inside but my anxiety is not use to this. Before I even get the chance to respond, he slips something in my back pocket and walks away like nothing had just happened. But dose tell me not to late to class... Babe.

Wait till I tell Justin.