The Skin I'm In

Chapter 2: Being Spring Evermore

Spring's P.O.V
Being me involves a lot of hiding. I'm not necessarily ashamed of who I am, I love myself. I just really hate confrontation and conversations. A lot of people take it the wrong way and find me rude or stuck up but most of the time I'm just swimming in my thoughts. Going into my first year of high school makes this an enormous obstacle. I've seen the same expressions toward me on way too many different faces and it gets exhausting sometimes to put myself through that and smile so I simply run away whether it's physically or emotionally.

I casually strolled towards my locker and opened it, checking my schedule to see what I needed for next period before I heard laughing next to my locker. I pushed up my glasses and peeked from behind the door of my locker

Oh my fudge.

I watched him as he laughed with his jock friends. He had the best smile that made dimples appear every time he did so. I usually don't care about boys, but he is gorgeous. I smiled at myself and took my stuff before making my way to class. I had journalism this period, so I walked in and read the board copying down the warmup. We were all in groups of two except for me. I was usually the one that ended up doing all the work so it didn't bother me. I heard someone walk in as I looked up to see him...again.

He approached the teacher and she pointed him where to sit, which was next to me.

No!

Harry smiled at me before he walked up and sat next to me. I returned a grin and continued to write down the work.

"Hey. Spring, right?"

"Yeah," I responded shortly.

The teacher begin speaking as the conversation was stopped there.

"Since we've finished off the first two lessons I wanna give you a project with your partners. I want one person to be in charge of photos and someone be in charge of writing with all the AP style rules. Make an article about anything around the school. You may have to stay after school to do this since I'm not giving you time in class. I'll give you the rest of the period to brain storm with your partners." She finished before going back to her desk.

"So, your house or mines?" Harry asked me.

"We can do mines. Lemme write down my address,"

"No biggie, I'll give you my number. You can text it to me."

He did so and the bell rang soon after.

Why'd I have to be so awkward?