Bitten

Chapter 1

Hi guys,

I hope you have fun with this.

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I was positively buzzing about seeing my friends after the long holidays. Of course, school was just gonna be like another crap hole. But it always was. At least you can socialise though, that's the only thing which makes it bearable I guess.

My name is Larka, I'm 16 and I have enough friends to say I'm not a loner. So basically, I have two best friends and I'm not exactly hated by anyone, so I get along with everyone. Which, to be honest, is a good thing.

I had fallen behind everyone else as we trudged into the classroom and as I walked through the door I could see they had all paired up and everyone else had arrived so there was only one table spare. Luckily no one else would be sitting next to me so it wouldn't be too bad. I almost smiled, this would be our seating for the year and I wasn't next to some idiot or creep. Just myself.

I quite happily walked over to the desk and plonked myself down to wait for the teacher. It didn't take him long, even though he's pretty old now. What? 50? Something like that at least.

As Mr. Walsh walked in, we all noticed a guy walking in behind him. I say walk, more like a careless swagger. The smirk on his face seemed only to ask for trouble.

Mr. Walsh pushed his tattered glasses further up his nose and stuttered

"Class, m-meet Harry Styles. He's j-just moved here. L-let's all make him welcome."

We droned a hello and it didn't occur that the only seat free was next to me until Mr. Walsh ushered the new guy over pointing at the seat next to me.

I groaned, what if he's another jerk? He seemed really cold when he sat down and didn't even reply to my "Hello."

I glanced at him, you had to admit he was pretty good-looking. But he had an air of danger, and also big-headedness. Like he was better than us all. I frowned a little, maybe this is how he reacts to new people. I sure hope so otherwise this is going to be a long year. I grimaced, maybe this isn't turning out to be such a good day after all.

I hadn't realised I was staring and he coldly looked at me.

"What're you looking at?"

I gasped and went completely red,

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare. M-my name's Larka." I stumbled over the last sentence, trying to change the subject.

"That's nice, don't stare next time. Get on with your work." He said sarcastically and I felt hot, I must have been blushing again because he smirked before turning away.

I couldn't believe this. What kind of guy was he, anyway? I mean being rude like that and all. He made me feel like a baby being told off. No wonder I was embarrassed. It had nothing to do with him talking to me!

We sat in silence until the bell rang for break. I couldn't wait to get up and tell Mel and Jazz what a creep I was sat next to, but just as I was getting out of my seat Mr Walsh called me over.

"Ok, L-larka, I know you're a good girl and w-well behaved."

I sighed, what on earth could this be about?

"Harry h-has to have someone showing him around as h-he doesn't know the place and it is quite big. This means you-you'll be with him more. I-is that ok?"

I swore in my head, stuck with this guy who seems to hate my guts. Yay. This is how I wanted to spend the first term of year 12. Absolutely. But I couldn't say no, that's not how I work.