In The Past

Chapter 3

  Oh god. This is a huge mistake.

I walk to the door, making sure to look straight and keep my head up, as I always did, to make myself look confident, rather than vulnerable. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and most of the sound stopped. What the hell was the big deal? It's like they've never seen a new girl before.

I started walking to the office. The building was huge. It had a big front section for the office and two wings on each of the three floors.

"May I help you?" The secretary asked. She looked young, about thirty maybe, with wavy black hair and glasses.

"I'm Sierra Johnson. I'm a new student here." I looked around nervously.

"Ohh, you are the new student? I'm Mrs. Oakley. You'll be going to Mrs. Griffin's class. She'll assign you a student to follow around until we get your schedule. You'll be in Room 218. Oh, and your locker number is 1208."

"Okay. Thanks." I smiled and walked down the wide hallway.

I walked to room 218 and when I opened the door my heart leaped. Everyone was staring at me.

"Who are you?" the teacher asked.

"Sierra Johnson. I'm new."

"Well, Sierra, take a seat where ever you'd like. You will be following Jaimie to each of her classes for today." A tall blonde girl who I assume is Jaimie, waved to me, and I smiled a little back. I headed over to the empty seat next to her and sat down.

"Hey! I'm Jaimie." She cheerfully introduced herself to me.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sierra." 

"That's a really cool name!" She complimented me.

"Thanks." I smiled. The rest of class lasted about 5 minutes.

The bell rang and Jaimie and I went out to the hall.

"Where is your locker?" Jaimie asked me.

"They said it was locker 1208."

"You're kidding...right?" she looked at me in awe.

"What? No, what do you mean?" I was confused. Why was that such a big deal?

"That's right next to Harry Styles' locker." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"What? Who's Harry Styles?" I couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"He's one of the most popular boys here. He's like a bad boy. All the girls are into him, but none of them ever get to date him. It's really stupid. He doesn't care about anyone."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"He has like specific requirements or something. I don't know. But none of the girls here are ever good enough for him I guess. He just sleeps with all of them, but never really gives a shit about them."

"Oh." Was all I could say. I wondered to myself what he looked like.

"Well come on, we have to go to History next." She started to walk down the hall. I sighed and followed after her.

After three more boring classes, it was time for study hall. Jaimie walked with me to my locker and unfortunately no one was there. I opened my new locker and put all of my books in. I finally got it all organized when the hallway fell almost dead silent and I turned to see what had happened. Three boys covered in tattoos were walking down the hall and everyone just stared. Then it started to sink in slowly.

The one on the left was really skinny and had black hair that was swept up in a quiff, and a little bit of stubble on his face. He had gauges in his ears and a lip ring and stunning golden amber eyes. He was actually surprisingly attractive.

   The one on the right had an average build, broad shoulders and brown side swept hair. He had small stubble as well. He had an eyebrow piercing as well as a lip ring and brown eyes.

   The one in the middle had an average build, curly brown hair, and barely any facial hair at all. He was covered with tattoos and had several piercings. Some on his ears, an eyebrow piercing, and snake bites below his lips. His eyes were a gorgeous jade color. I was almost positive that this is who Jaimie was talking about. This had to be Harry, based on the bad boy appearance and all the attention from everyone.

"Oh my god. Move! Quick!" Jaimie whispered to me. I didn't move.

He walked down the hall in my direction and looked me dead in the eyes. Something about him got me. He was just beautiful. I needed to know more about him.

Jaimie grabbed my arm and dragged me aside.

"That's Harry?" I asked.

"Yep. And the other two are Zayn and Louis."

Harry put his books into his locker, and then all three of them headed towards me. Oh god.

"I haven't seen you here before." Zayn said directed towards me. He has an accent.

"What's your name babe?" Harry asked me with a sarcastic smirk on his face. Harry has one too. It’s an English accent. His accent mixed with his raspy voice is the closest thing to the definition of perfection.

"Sierra. Sierra Johnson."

"Pretty." He said, sarcastically. Well, Sierra..." he leaned in towards me and whispered in my ear, "Welcome to Northwood. You are just going to love it here." he chuckled then walked away with Louis and Zayn following behind him like lapdogs.

"What the hell was that??" Jaimie yelled, though she had been watching the entire time.

"I don't know…" everyone was staring at me. A baby-faced blonde boy walked up to me. He was really cute. He had gorgeous blue eyes and looked overall adorable.

"Whoa. What was that?" he asked.

"I don't even know! I'm just trying to go to school here!" I laughed.

"Haha. Sierra, right?" he asked in a thick Irish accent.

"Yeah. Are you from Ireland?"

"Yep. I'm Niall, by the way." he laughed. His laugh was one of those laughs that can make you happy just by hearing it.

He seemed nice. Considering I've had no friends all my life this is a pretty good start.

"I love your accent! It's adorable!" I said, and we both laughed. My infatuation with foreign accents was quite literally way too extreme. I was crazy about accents.

"Not as adorable as yours, babe." he winked and chuckled back at me. His smile made me want to be happy all day.

"How dare you flirt with me??" I playfully shot back. I realized we were cracking up in the middle of the hallway and practically everyone was staring, so I redeemed myself.

"Well, listen, if I were you, I would stay away from Harry and his little "gang". They're bad news."

"Yeah I kind of figured. I didn't want anything to do with them in the first place." I lied.

"Good. Just be careful okay?" He asked.

"I will. Thanks." I turned and walked to my next class.

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