Unspoken

Chapter 11

Oh holy crap balls.

I look up slowly and our eyes meet. His hair is messy and curly, but has been combed backwards so it stands quite high. Tanned and freshly shaved, his jaw is perfectly outlined and I have to admit...

He is

Really

Fucking

Hot.

"Hey, did I hurt you earlier?" He whispers so the teacher can't hear. Great, so he remembers our little collision.

"No, it's fine. Did I hurt you?" I ask even quieter, leaning towards him. His lips spread into a small grin as he replies "no, I'm fine."

After that we both focus on the teacher, but only 15minutes of the lesson has passed. "I want you to complete this worksheet in your partners! 10minutes, go!" Our teacher booms. I've been trying to stop myself from getting more and more nervous in the presence of such a cute boy, by actually listening to the teacher, so I know what I have to do with this worksheet. The boy on the other hand, wasn't listening at all.

"What have we got to do?" He asks me as soon as the man gives us the sheet. "Fill it in basically," I state, quite bluntly.

"Okay, do you know anything about Chemistry?" he queries. "Not really" I lie. I don't want him thinking I'm a geek or whatever, even when I know exactly how to answer every single question. Well most of them.

I look up at him, just as he looks at me and our eyes meet.

Shit this is awkward.

His mouth opens to ask a question, and somehow I know what it's going to be. "I've never seen you round here before, are you new?"

"Yeah, I moved schools. This is my first day" I respond still feeling butterflies spiralling in my stomach. The class is quite dim, with only a few lights on and only one window allowing light to fill the room, which means he probably can't see my cheeks heating up. Good.

"Oh cool, why'd you move schools?" Damn. The one question I don't want to answer yet he asks.

Because I wanted to start fresh and forget about the loss of my dear friend Caity. Because I didn't want any memories of her at my old school. Because I don't have any other friends so I decided that I'd make some by moving here.

As much as I'd like to tell an intriguingly cute boy with a good personality about my life, I hold back. It can wait for another day.

"I didn't like my old one, too strict on rules."

It's true. We had to where a proper uniform and everything, no coloured hair, no earrings... It was ridiculous. Luckily here, there is no uniform.

He simply nods and stares at the paper. A pencil is swinging up and down in between his teeth and his hand is on his forehead.

"I didn't catch your name, mines Naomi Becksan."

"Er, Harry. Harry Styles." His grin playfully tugs on my heartstrings as we both look back at the paper. It's no use me continually acting dum, so I begin to fill in some gaps. I can feel his eyes on me as I perform my neatest handwriting ever, careful not to make any mistakes.

He's watching me, I know it. Suddenly my arm is knocked forwards and my pen drags across the page, screwing up my attempt at writing perfectly. I glare back at him, but he only finds it amusing. "You look like you were concentrating" is all he remarks, smirking at me. "Thankyou very much. Now I'll just get a new sheet and start again" I tease, holding my hand in the air.

He once again knocks my hand down though and frowns at me. The chair he's sitting on is pushed backwards as he gets up and goes to the teachers desk to retrieve a clean sheet. "You don't have to ask to get more work" he laughs as I snatch it off of him.