Safety

Chapter 1./Prologue

It was my first day of eleventh grade at LA High as I dragged my feet through the front doors of my school. Cool air hit my face along with the strong smell of expo markers and new library books. You know that smell you get when you flip the pages of a new book and the smell wafts to your nose? Yes, that's how my school smelled. Along with a little bit of cigarette smoke, do not forget that.

The hallway consisted of lockers and a few places without lockers for an occasional water fountain or wooden door that would lead to the restrooms. It was your typical high school look, if you'd say.

I walked in that day wearing dark skinny jeans and a pink tank top with ruffles and a black zipper down the back. Tall black leather boots covered my feet and a black and silver studded headband pushed my wavy hair back in the front. I had natural beach waves that flowed down my back to about my waist. I really did love my hair some days.

As I walked down the hallways I heard the usual yells and laughter that usually came from the rowdy boys of the school. Those were the boys that you really shouldn't mess with. Sadly I've had experiences with some of them. Some of them stay in the back of my mind constantly, tugging at my brain until they fully clouded my mind, prodding at every thought until they consumed everything I had.

But some of them I chose to push back out of my mind, because like I said, boys like the punk boys at my school shouldn't be messed with.

Once I found my locker, locker 213, I entered my combination and swung it open to be met with the emptiness of my locker that I very rarely saw. I'm not neat when it comes to my locker, especially when you only have 2 minutes to open your locker and go to your next class. I'm very fond of shoving my books in my locker unceremoniously, if I do say so myself.

I pulled a slip of paper out of my over-the-shoulder purse before unpacking to check my schedule that the front office lady of my school had just recently handed me.

It read:

Tardy Bell: 7:30

1st Period: Language Arts

2nd Period: Geometry 3

3rd Period: International History

4th Period: Lunch Period, all classes

5th Period: Study Hall

6th Period: Biology 2

Dismissal: 2:20pm

Ok, I thought to myself. I need my Language book for now. Once I got my necessary materials for my first period. I slammed my locker shut and took a step back, immediately slamming straight into somebody's torso.

I stumbled back and my back hit my locker with a loud bang. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt my back, which made me glad.

"Ouch, I'm sorry, I should've watched where I was-" I said, looking up, but stopped talking when I saw a tall boy standing in front of me. He had a head of curly brown hair, sparkling green eyes and pink lips that were smirking at me with his eyebrows raised. He looked 6 feet tall.

A jolt of shock ran through my body as I realized who this boy was.

He was Harry. Harry Styles to be exact.

Harry, as in the Harry that prodded my mind constantly. The one that I thought was the most handsome boy I had just ever seen. The one I let into my mind too much and ignored because I was afraid of what I might say if I was around him. Knowing him, you have to be careful with your words.

Funny that he doesn't even know I know him.

"Why, hello there." He slowly said, his deep British accent taunting me. He stood his ground, never backing up out of my personal bubble. That's the problem that kept my heart racing when it shouldn't have been.