Wishes on Shooting Stars (On Hold. Sorry ;/)

Chapter Two

Kendall Fortenay

I walked through the school gates, dreading the day. I had nothing to look forward to besides music, which was at the end of the day. I kept my head held high, my face blank and bored looking. I walked to my first class, English, without talking to anyone. I was late when I walked in, but I usually was anyway. My english teacher didn't give me a second glance and I took my seat at the back of the class. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a note. I sighed. It was probably the sluts that sat at the front, trying to make my life hell again. I opened the note. 

Bitch,

What's wrong with your hair?

Is it so hideously deformed you have to hide it in a bun every day?

Laura. x

I smirked to myself. Her insults were so pathetic, it was amusing. I noticed the 'x' at the bottom of the page and almost laughed out loud. How nice, she signed it with a kiss. I wrote replied almost immediately.

Bitch? Look who's talking.

Get a life, you whore.

If you spent less time fucking boys, you'd think of better insults.

I didn't bother signing it. This routine had gone on for the past 5 years, she would know who it was from by now. I threw it at, smirking satisfiedly when it hit her head. She turned around and snatched it up from the ground, shooting a glare at me. I smiled sweetly, right back at her. She rolled her eyes and turned her back to me.

I heard her gasp when she read the note. I leaned back into my chair and allowed myself a smirk. She was so easily insulted it was ridiculous. Before she could even turn to face me, someone walked into the room. Suddenly, everyone sat a little straighter up, and pretended to do their work. I wondered who it was. I looked up and saw everyone was staring at a boy at the door curiously. 

He was hot, there was no denying it. With his head full of dark curls, bright green eyes and fit body, he would probably have girls falling for him everywhere. A player. The very kind I hated. I looked at Laura and her friends. She was fluffing up her hair and adjusting her cleavage, so her boobs were pratically falling out of her half-buttoned shirt. I rolled my eyes in disgust. Typical. I looked down and concentrated on my work, but I was still curious. Who was the boy and what was he doing here? 

Mr Reynolds, our english teacher cleared his throat loudly. 'Meet Harry Styles. He's a new student so please make him feel welcome.' I heard some of the girls giggle as Harry walked past them. I observed him from the corner of my eye. He walked with so much swagger, and his jeans were slung so low, I was embarrassed for him. I rolled my eyes again and tried to focus on my work. 

That was until he slid into the seat beside me. I clenched my fists. Dammit. This day could not get worse. I made an effort to not face him, pulling out my choppy fringe so it was covering my face from view. I finished my work quickly and handed it to the teacher.

'Can I leave?' Mr Reynolds didn't even bother asking why. 'Yeah. Get lost, kiddo. Just remember to finish your homework.' I nodded and walked back to my desk to pack up. I shoved my books into my bag and slung it onto my shoulders. As I walked past one of Laura's friends, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down to face her. 

I frowned trying to remember her name. Carla? She glared at me. 'Hoe,' she spat. I smiled sweetly again. 'It was nice to see you too.' I waved and walked out, rolling my eyes. As soon as I left the english room, I headed for the recording studio. One of the good things about my school was that it was modern. It didn't have disgusting toilets, or slow-as computers. One of the better things about our school was the recording studio. It had been built several years ago, for music. 

I yanked on the door knob, it was unlocked, like always. I flicked on the lights and moved over to the live room. Inside, was a set of headphones and a microphone, already set up. I walked in, and shut the door behind me. The room was made of glass, so the techinicans could see the person inside, and vice versa. Currently, the room was empty. Good, I thought sub-consciously. No-one was here to judge me.

I slid on the headphones and turned the microphone on. I thought for a moment, before deciding to sing Lego House by Ed Sheeran. I took a deep breath and began to sing.

I'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house

When things go wrong we can  knock it down

My three words have two meanings

There's one thing on my mind

It's all for you

It's a dark and cold December

But I've got you to keep me warm...

I  sang until I was out of breath. I let the end fade slowly and was met by the sound of clapping. What the? I whirled around to the direction of the sound. And at the open door, I saw no other than the Harry Styles himself.

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Sup? I don't know if anyone is still reading this, but if you are, I love you very much!

Sorry about this chapter, I know it's short.

I have writers block currently, so I might not be able to upload for a while.

Mwah,

Amy. x