My Angel (Currently on hold!!!!)

Chapter 2-Here we go again.

The next day I had art. Art is my favorite class. I mean...who doesn't like art? You can put you own creation on paper...then have people admire it! Besides art in general, the teacher is super enthusiastic. She also tells jokes, which no on laughs but I always smile. I am a gifted artist so it makes art even more exciting.

Once again, my thoughts are interrupted. I bumped into someone again. Thankfully, none of my books fall to the ground. Unfortunately, Niall is standing right in front of me, glaring.

Here we go again.

"Nice to bump into you again."He said sarcastically.Sorry,not sorry.

"I thought I told you to watch where you are going."He hissed.That's it.

"You know what. I am already tired of you! First, you rudely knock my books right out of my hands and then gave me your number yesterday! And today you are being just as rude." I yelled. He seemed a bit taken back. Good. He needs to stop being so damn bipolar.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a-"

"You don't even know me!" I said angrily.

It is only the second day that high school started.I barely even know him and I already hate him.

Niall's P.O.V.

Great it's her again. I am already in a shitty mood. Then, she comes along and makes my day even worse.

Her tone of voice is just so...annoyin! She is stupid and I hate her. I hate her with a passion. I hate her, she hates me.Good. I don't want to be friends with her. I do not care if I hurt her feelings,I don't care about her in general.

She is always so oblivious. How do I know? She runs into me all the damn time. I am sick of her. I have no idea why I gave her my god damn number. I was feeling a bit...off.

Sophie's P.O.V.

The late bell rang as soon as I entered into the art classroom. Thank god I am not late.

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Lunch. Well I guess I am sitting with Harry and Sam today. Harry I met yesterday and he is pretty cool. Sam, well I met him in science class. Sam and I want to do the same thing for our careers, Veternarian. I always had a back up plan if I never made it in Veternarian school, I would profession as an artist. Or maybe even an art teacher.

There I go again running into something. Exept, it wasn't a person.It was a pole. No wonder it hurt more than running into a person.

I rubbed my forehead where I hit it on the pole.

"I see you are still running into things." Just wonderful.

"Please, I would much rather run into a pole than run into you."  I spat. I turned away from him but he caught my arm.