Speechless

Chapter 2 | Senior Year

"Gahh what the fuck?" I groan as the curtains open. The sunlight from outside shines into my dark navy blue room.

"Wake up! You're going to be late for your first day!" My mother retorts pulling the warm plain white sheets off of my cold body.

"Wha-what time is it?" I say rubbing my eyes, removing my eye boogers.

"It's time for you get up! My baby is a Senior!" she yells pulling me up from bed and dragging me to the bathroom. The pale white tiles are cold against my bare feet.

"Yeah, I'm a Senior but too bad you're a Senior Citizen." I say and laugh while looking in the mirror, my mum behind me. Her smile slowly fades away, fuck.

"No mum I'm kidding you're not old, you still have to wear panties not diapers okay, I'm sorry." I say and turn around and embrace my mother. She rubs my back gently and starts to sniffle in water coming down from her nose as drops of salty tears came down, one-by-one.

"Mum what's the matter now?" I say and remove her head off my chest to look at her. "Nothing, it's just my baby is all grown up." she states and smiles with joyful tears.

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I parked my fathers old, crusty car and put the ignition in 'P' for Park. The enormous building of the school is right in front of my face. Gosh I hate this fucking school, theirs nothing to look forward to in this hell.

I sigh, and open the car door as it squeaks and get out of that crap car, closing it multiples times to get it do goddamn close.

The sound of my snake leathered, black boots clicking on the dirty pavement full of chewed up pieces of gum, I spit out a spearmint white gum adding it on to the collection, as I walk towards the red and gray building. People surrounded by their own friends and clubs, hugging and greeting each other.

I don't understand this concept of crying over someone that you haven't seen for a while. They're gonna leave you anyways.

I stop and swallow my words for what I just said in my shallow mind. Everyday I get reminded of her, she left me and I don't give a damn anymore I'm sick and really tired of her coming back into my life.

I shake the thoughts out and leave the front office as a lady at the front desk gives me a huge, creepy ass smile as I'm walking out through the glass door. I search for my clique around the campus and spot them with a couple of girls.

"Harry! Aye it's nice to see you man!" Damien raises his hand up to shake my hand, or to "clap me up" as some people call it. In his other hand he has a girl wrapped around his arm, hand on her hip. Veronica, she's possibly the biggest whore in this school and has fucked just about everybody, including me.

Damien's smirked at me when she ran her skinny fingers through his thick black hair. Is he trying to make me jealous with this, girl? Oh no. Not even close to making me jealous.

An arm loops around my neck as Hector gives me a 'welcome' smile. "We got lots of booze and blunts at Zayn's." He whispers in my ear as I look over to at Zayn smirking at me. I haven't smoked ever since-,

Fuck Harry stop it you idiot.

"Alright man!" I say and give Zayn a high five. Maybe getting into this again will erase her out of my mind for a while.

The bell rings and everybody gives their farewells to their peers and head off to class. I trek slowly on my way to class and open the wooden door, pulling the metallic handle. I sit in the back, but not the very back just around in the middle and sit down and take off my black Jansport book bag. As everyone else filled in the seats.

The girl that I saw entering my mums bakery, entered the class. She's new, I've never seen her around before. And she goes to this school!

I get a little excited and smirk at her and she looks at me and shyly smiles. Fuck she's beautiful. But I can't, I can't do this.

My smile slowly fades away looking in the opposite direction. She sits three seats above me in the next row to my left.

The class is quiet as the teacher makes her way to the front of class with these hideous purple heels with blue feathers on them clicking as she walked. They matched perfectly with the color of her leg veins, gross.

"Good-morning class." she says as everyone replied with a 'Good-morning', she continues to speak. "My name is Mrs.Windshawl and I'm your Social Studies teacher." She says and writes her name down on the white board with a black Expo marker and sits down on a brown raggedy chair as it squeaks once she sat.

"I'm gonna do a roll call now so just say 'here', if you're present." She says looking into her computer screen

"Alex Byfield."

"Here."

"Jasmine Carlo."

"Here."

She calls out everybody's name in order as I wait impatiently for the mystery girl to say 'here' to know her name.

"Jack Ovair."

"Maddison Perez."

"Emily Pierce."

"Here." She says and a big pang in my chest comes. It's her? She's Emily Pierce. How could she be her?

She looks over to me, my eyes opened wide.

"Harry Styles."

"Uh- yeah here." I stutter.

She's Emily Pierce?

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It's finally lunch time and so far I have Emily in 3 of my classes. Social Studies for first hour, Math for third hour, and Science for fourth hour. Lunch time is in fifth hour which is now and I still haven't spoken to her.

I sit down with my group on a gray colored bench. I don't eat lunch because it's disgusting in my opinion. But my eyes search for Emily and I see her, suddenly the food looks delicious as it goes in her mouth. She makes things that are disgusting to me, so perfect.

Why can't I stop thinking about her or looking at her?

She just makes me so, speechless.

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ohhhh oh he found out that she's Emily

oh snappppp

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