Complicated

Chapter 6.

~Martina's POV~

The rest of the day is such a bore.Except for Spanish,Harry was such a class clown.

Everyone seems to like him,even the teacher.So I think Harry might become more popular with the "cool kids".

I really hate how we use labels for each group now.Like,in 2nd grade you could go up to random kids in groups and sit with them and they wouldn't even mind.Now days,if you even walk next to a group you'll be their topic for their lunch conversation.

"Ok class,you have to do an assignment.You will have to pick a song of your choice and practise it in Spanish.You will have two weeks until you have to present it to the class.You can choose your partners now.Please pick someone you can actually work with,"she announces making everyone turn to face me when she mentioned partners.

Oh god.Why does everyone have to look at me when they say "partners" in Spanish?I mean sure,I know how to speak fluent Spanish but this time we have to SING.I can't sing!Well I can but I hate singing in front of people.

The thought of singing in front of the class brings a sick feeling to my stomach.No one else knows how to speak or sing in this class.

"Martina!!!" "Martina choose me!!!!" "Martina what song are we gonna sing?!?!?!"is all I can hear as soon as the bell for the end of the day rings.

I feel the panic taking over my body as people start rushing over to my desk cornering me so I can't escape.I am so done for.I can't choose anyone since there is no one I actually WANT to do this little...duet with.

"God stop crowding the poor girl!!!"I hear a voice with a really strong (maybe Irish?) accent.

I have no idea what is going on as I get pulled put of my desk and out of the crowd.

There is a blonde hair boy with a white T-shirt and denim jeans on.

"Are you ok?"he asks letting go of my hand.

"Yeah,I'm fine.Thank you,"I reply looking at his hair.

It's gelled so high up.Wow,just wow.What kind of gel does this boy use?It must cost a lot of money.

Why the hell am I thinking all of this?I have issues.

He notices me looking at his hair so he fixes it up.(Not that it needs that much fixing.)

"You like my hair?"He asks.That accent,I love it.

"Uhh,yeah.Can I ask you something?"I ask.Why am I asking him if I can asking him something?

"Sure,hit me."He answers playing with a wrist band with the American flag on it.

"Are you like,Irish or something?"I ask a bit embarrassed for asking him such a weird question.

"Actually,I am,"He says standing up straighter since he is slouching a bit.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did,"I joke.That was a corny joke.Damn it.

"Well I was going to ask you if you wanna..."He's stopped from Harry slamming the door and leaning on it so everyone else can't get out.

"Hey Martina,"he says panting.

"Hey Harry,"I greet cheerfully.

"So Martina,I was gonna asks you if you wanna be my partner for the assignment thing,"

"Uh,I would but blondie was just about to ask me something,"

"It's Niall and never mind about the question"He says gripping his bag on his shoulder and walking away quickly.