For a moment there I thought he was a stalker. Lucky me if that's the case.
His curls touching my cheeks, sending my body an electric feel. I'm stuck. I've never been intimidated like this before. This is foreign to me, not have I even felt like this before when I was still with him. I took a step back before my body will decide to shut out.
"Well, excuse you Mr. Styles, I don't have time for this. If you want to stay here then fine. The hall is all yours."
He chuckled to my response. "Excuse you too, Miss Donovan but I don't have any plans of staying here. Classes are gonna start soon, don't want to be that student who ditches classes now, do you?" He raised an eyebrow tilting his head. His breath smells so good and his accent is sex.
"Oh yeah! I remember! You're that student who have good grades, just like what Miss James said." Emphasizing the good grades part. I gave him a teasing smile.
"You really have a good memory, don't you Miss Donovan? I am impressed." He clapped his hands slowly. Is he the king of sarcasm or what? Does he really wants to piss me off?
"Of course. And please don't call me Miss Donovan, Mr. Styles. It's too formal of you." I faked a smile.
"Isn't it obvious that I was born with formality, Miss Donovan?" He acted like he's insulted, placing a hand on his chest.
"Cut the chase, Styles. Why are you here anyway? Aren't you suppose to be in the cafeteria eating lunch? Aren't you suppose to be with Kleo? And how did you know my name to start this with?" I asked in a pissed tone.
"Woah, hold on partner. Don't be grumpy. Why so many questions?"
"Just answer them."
"Pissed huh? Well, the cafeteria was crowded and I don't like to be in noisy places. I decided to take a tour in the school instead. Since it's raining I can't go to the other buildings so I'm stuck here. And about Kleo.." Just like what I did, except for the tour thing. I interrupted him just as he was about to talk about Kleo, I don't know, I just don't want to hear about it.
"But how did you know my name? We don't even know each other." I said with a confusing look.
"That, Sam, is a secret." He winked at me.
Really now?
I was about to say something to him when the bell rang. talk about great timing!
"Piece of advice, you better get going if you don't want to be late." Winking at me again trying to hold back his laugh.
"Shut up, Harry. Eat that advice of yours, you're not even doing it." I turned my back at him again and walked back to my locker.
I heard him call my name but I ignored him.
He's starting to get in my nerves!
If it wasn't for his looks I could've kicked his crotch for being such a jerk.
I hurried myself back to my locker and got my things for Art class and ran towards our room. By the time I got there class hasn't started yet, Thankfully. I got to my seat and placed my art materials on my desk. Then our Art teacher came in, Mr. Clifford. He's like the best teacher here for me aside from Art class being my favorite. Who doesn't love Art Class anyways?
"Good afternoon, Lads!" He said. Yes, he's British. "Are your materials ready? Today we'll be painting scenarios, persons or experiences for that matter, let's say at least the latest that made you happy, smile, or whatever. Think about it, paint or draw the first thing that will come to your mind."
