Kylie's POV:
School, ain't that fun? Not. The same routine over again, as days pass by... I can't wait to graduate, to be honest. I'm not your typical British teenager in highscool who blogs about celebs the whole day, or has time to do with guys. I'm not interested and neither are they interested in me. Why should I care? I got my books with me. Yes, I'm a nerd. You can judge, but being a nerd isn't all that bad, especially for my all planned out future.
I don't want to get up of bed and go to school and socialize. Most of all, see his attractive, arrogant face beside me everyday. It's just sick, I don't get why all the girls droooooooool over him like a bulldog. He is attractive, I'll give you that but his ego is the twice the universe combined, which is pretty big. The funny thing is though being a BAD boy, he doesn't do one night stands. Oh no, he will get into one week stands.
The alarm buzzed, I pressed the snooze button, grumpily. However, it was enough for me to snap me up. I dragged my way to the bathroom and took a shower. I went out with the towel draped around me and made my way to the cupboard, I scrolled though my variety of shirts and came across my Infinity Sweatshirt, I took it out and threw it on the bed. I grabbed a pair of random shorts and tucked myself in.
I wore the shirt and made my way to the shoes rack and grabbed my Vans which were the color of dark blue. I made my way to the mirror and combed my hair and tried all sorts of hairstyles I wanted, then I decided to just keep it open. I put on lip gloss and went for the door. I forgot my backpack, so I went back inside and grabbed my backpack and had one more glance at myself. I looked okay, well to me that is.
I headed downstairs and made my way to the kitchen where I could smell my mom cooking bacon. I went up to kiss her goodbye and I couldn't help myself but to steal a strip of bacon. It was delicious. I love her cooking so much though it was just bacon. She caught me and hit my head slightly so it wouldn't hurt me, she smiled, and I smiled back, I hugged her and said my goodbyes.
I love her so much and the way she fends for both of us since my dad left us, I don't even want to talk about him. My mom is there, that's enough. The reason why I want to graduate fast is because I want to help my mom and brother. Yes, I have a brother. An elder brother. He's 19 and he's probably asleep, I don't ever plan on waking him during his peaceful slumber else he'll kill me. Pfft, sleeping beauty, male version.
I made my way to school which was like a few blocks away from my house. I was almost there, and I see Harry with his "friends" all around him, him smoking and leaning against a tree. Alert Alert Alert. I paused to take a glance at him, finding him already looking right back at me with the cigarette on his pink lips which looked really tempting.
Okay, enough of Harry, I looked around and made my way towards the school, I see girls, taking selfies, and going up to Harry. Eww. I really wish I had the authority to change the seats, having to sit beside Harry almost everyday is hell. Not only because he's annoying and a total arse, but also the fact that every girl would cling onto his desk like their lives depended on it.
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My Angel | H.S
Fanfiction"Why is my life like this? Why is my life Harry Edward Styles?"