The weather doesn't seem so nice today. Here I am, stuck without a damn to give just looking at our classroom window, where the rain is pouring outside. Watching each droplets of rain racing themselves down the glass.
I envy how each drop falls freely, not even caring that they keep on bumping at each other. They let themselves fall even if they know that they won't have a nice landing. I guess i'm not that kind, well not anymore.
I miss him. Why do I keep on missing him after what he did to me? Sudden urges of unwanted memories came. I remembered how we used to play in the rain, we would play tag and act like silly kids. He’ll wrap me in his arms and we’ll both jump in big puddles. He'll kiss me under the pouring rain and tell me how much he loves me. His laughter, his smile, God, I was so in love with h—
"Samantha Donovan? It seems like you’re not listening." The voice who said my name snapped me out of my nostalgia. I immediately looked at Miss James, our English teacher.
"I- I’m sorry, Miss James." I looked down, embarrassed. Everybody in class chuckled.
"Okay, as I was saying a moment ago, we’re having a new student." I looked at her, a little bit shocked. Who could possibly come late in school when it’s almost summer? That’s crazy.
"He’ll be here any minute now." She looked at her watch impatiently. Just as she was going to take her seat, there was a knock at the door.
The knock caught everybody's attention. There stepped in a boy, maybe 5’9 or 5'11 in height, weighing, how would I know? He’s masculine though. Some of his tattoos are visible on his arms. His curls are pushed back by his bandana. He’s wearing a plain t-shirt and black ripped skinny jeans partnered with black converse. Damn, he looks so simple but oh so hot.
He smiled walking towards our teacher, showing off his dimples. He gave Miss James a sheet of paper, I suppose it's his transfer paper. Miss James beamed at him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Styles. I heard so much about you."
Miss James got off her seat and introduced him to us. "Class, this right here is Mr. Styles. He's gonna be with us until the end of the school year. He is a transfer student from England. He'll be playing as a varsity in our basketball team. He really has good grades and I've heard he's quite talented, so befriend with him okay?" Everybody nodded.
I saw Kleo, the flirty bombshell of our school but also the dumbest in our class checking him out. What's new? I bet she's adding him up on her to-do-list, if you know what I mean.
"Why won't you introduce yourself a little?"
He nodded and stood at the center.
"Hi i'm Harry, Harry Styles."
I can tell that he was feeling a little bit awkward by the way he was standing and his foot was brushing his other leg.
"Well, that was very little. Go take your seat and so we can begin with our class."
He obliged and searched for a seat. There were three vacant seats left in the room actually, 1 at the first row at the edge‒where Kleo was sitting, another at the second row beside me and and the third one behind me. No one clearly wanted to sit beside me, but I don't care, it's what I wanted anyway.
I grabbed my notebook out my bag, not paying much attention to his actions. I heard the chair behind me squeaked. His scent lingered in the air and it smelt like vanilla. I love vanilla. Fighting the urge to look back at him.
I can feel that he took the seat that's behind me.
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As Miss James talked about the new lesson, I took a quick glance at him.
