Deranged

Chapter 2: This should be Fun.

Chapter 2: This should be fun

*Harry's POV*

"I'm Harry Styles by the way." I look back at her, hoping she'd do the same. I want to know her name. Damn. Why am I having these thoughts?

"I don't care." She doesn't even turn around. All I can see is her long brown waves turn a corner and just like that, she's out of sight. Fuck.

Who the hell was that girl? And why do I want to know who she is so bad? There's just something about that girl that seems so.. Interesting.

God, This girl is fucking up my head. I mean, I don't even know her name.

My thoughts are disrupted when the bell goes off. Great. Just fucking great.

I sprint down the hallway like a maniac, not giving a fuck about the people I've nudged or pushed out of my way so that I could get to my class before the fucking professor does. I don't usually care if I'm late, but my attention's already been called a couple of times, and if I get into anymore trouble I would probably get kicked out of this place.

When I finally reach my class, I barge in through the doors immediately; only to find out the bald bastard was already here. I let out a frustrated sigh as I scowled at the sight of him.

"Ahh. Mr. Styles, as usual you will be going to detention later on." He smugly states. I fucking hate him. I swear if It wasn't for the rules I'd-

The doors suddenly fly open behind me, I turn my head towards the door and to my surprise it was the girl from earlier. 

*Ashley's POV*

This must be it. I glance up at the label above the door, yep it says English 102 in big bold letters. Thank god I'm sort of excused for being late. That lady from the Admissions office was so nice; she let me go with an excuse slip for being late. I wish all the teachers here were like her, then this school would definitely be my favourite.

Well, Here goes nothing. I muster up all my strength to push the doors open. I think I may have overdid my entrance as eyes were now intently fixed on me.

Oh gosh, could I just disappear into thin air right now? This is so embarrassing. I immediately think of Luke, how dare he leave me like this and let me humiliate myself infront of thousands of other students? Well, I might be exaggerating a little bit- But that's not the point! He was supposed to help me, He-

My eyes go wide when I recognise the figure standing infront of me; it was that rude curly haired idiot from the halls. Ugh. How else could this day get any worse?

"Hello? Anybody in there?" A deep voice with an extremely thick accent startles me.

I part my lips as I try to speak, but no words come out exept a nervous umm. Why him? Why now? I glance at the professor who was still currently eyeing me; an unamused expression on his face. 

"May I help you?" His voice is so stiff and superior-like. Well, there goes my hope for kind teachers.

"I umm, didn't now where my, umm. I got lost and umm-"

"Oh dear me. Do you even speak english child?" Child? Is he for real? I feel my blood boil beneath my skin, sudden annoyance and anger clouds my rational thoughts.

"Yes I do." I snap at him. "I just got lost a little because I am new here. I have an excuse slip right here." I reach for the piece of paper in my front pocket, but as soon as my hand burries into it I quickly realize that It was missing. This is sooo not happening to me right now.