(Part One Of Chapter One)
It's been two years since Harry entered my life...and approximately 1 month and 14 days since I left his. Since then I've been running. Why? Well I don't know. It's just I never really expected things to turn out the way they did, you know? I was always that girl who stood up for herself, who knew how to use her words. Hell, that's how Harry noticed me.
**Flashback 2 years ago**
"Okay class I would like to introduce you all to a new student of Holmes Chapel." My teacher Mr. Walker said. I stood by him awkwardly at the front of the classroom. Please don't make me introduce myself, please don't make me introduce myself.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" he asked in a you-have-to-anyway type of voice. Just great.(note sarcasm) He gestured with his hands for me to speak and I gave him a fake smile to hide my hatred for having to introduce myself for the fourth time today.
Why can't I just hide in the corner of the class and disappear from the horrors of your first day at a new school? Oh that's right, because things just aren't that easy and I never get my way.
"This ought to be good." someone muttered. I narrowed my eyes at him. Definitely a jock, pretty boy to he exact. He smirked at me showing his dimples and straight teeth. Am I supposed to swoon over his charming good looks? I mean sure he was attractive, hot even, but that smirk just made me want to smack it off of his face. I smirked back and coughed to clear my throat. Here goes nothing.
"Hello, my name is Teagan Martin. I'm from Seattle, Washington. American as you can tell by now. I actually came here because I qualified to transfer here for my exchange program. Well actually I wanted to go to France but no one accepted me for their exchange student so it's safe to say that the French really are rude." I laughed nervously at my poor attempt of a joke but when no one laughed but me it soon died on my lips.
"Anyway...I got an acceptance from a family in town who said they would be lucky to have me. And um...that's really all I have to say..." I told them.
Everyone's eyes were on me. I squirmed uncomfortably and coughed awkwardly.
"So you never even wanted to be here in the first place?" the dimpled boy asked with a smirk.
"Well?" I said not really knowing how to answer his question without being offensive to anyone.
"Do you even want to be here?" he asked, challenging me.
"Um?" I said. Did I want to be here? I mean Britain isn't bad. The people are okay. The family I live with is okay but does that mean I want to be here?
"So you don't want to be here." he said as if he had just figured out some big puzzle. He was starting to irritate me with his assumptions.
"I never said I didn't want to be here. Don't put words in my mouth." I said sternly, resulting the class to break into "oohs" as if things had just gotten serious.
The dimpled boy's eyes widened in shock. Oh is he shocked I that I have a voice and know how to use it? Sorry to disappoint.(note sarcasm)
"And if I do you're going to do what exactly?" he said challenging me again. God, what is up with him and these stupid games?
"You don't want to know." I say threateningly. I actually had no idea what I would do, but I sure as hell wouldn't let him know that.
"Feisty, I like that." he said in his low voice adding a wink.
I rolled my eyes before asking. "Is that all the stupid questions you have?" in a smart tone.
He ran his hands through his curly hair and gave me a big dimpled smile. "Well how about a date tonight?" he asked.
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