Trouble | Harry Styles (DISCONTINUED)

Two

MONDAY

I tossed and turned all night. My dreams were riddled with the nightmares surrounding starting a new school. In one of them, I went to school in just my underwear. In another, I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe. There would be a crowd of faceless people laughing at me, every dream ended the same way. I woke up in a sweaty haze every time, until I finally gave up and stayed awake. It was around 6 AM that I decided to roll out of bed and start my morning.

I took a hot shower to relax my tensed muscles and spent the whole time thinning. I shut the water off and immediately, cool air envelop my body and goosebumps formed on my rose scented skin. I quickly wrapped the towel around my body and padded into my room, my uniform hung and ready to be put on. After getting dressed, slipping on my shoes and wrapping my tie around my neck, I ruffled and manipulated my wet hair to try and create some waves.

I slipped downstairs, the scent of breakfast filled my nose as soon as I turned the corner. My mom had a breakfast sandwich heated and was sitting on the counter. I could hear her in the office talking on the phone, she worked early in the morning. I sat down with a cold glass of water and ate my sandwich, scrolling through Instagram and liking all my old friends posts.

My dad came down the stairs in his button down and slacks, making a beeline for the fresh pot of coffee. He joined me and read the newspaper while I finished my breakfast. As soon as it was gone and I was satisfied, the next thing to do was apply the little amounts of makeup I usually wear; Mascara and chapstick. Pinning my damp hair out of my face and gathering my things, I signaled to my dad that I was ready to leave.

"Emmalee, have a great day at school!" My mom called from her office. My dad grabbed all of his belongings and hustled me out the door. The ride to school was somewhat silent, with the morning radio playing in the background, as my dad drank his coffee and laughed at the occasional dirty joke that I understood, but had to pretend not to.

"Have a good first day of school! Make friends, hun!" He yelled out the car door as soon as we made it to the school, parked in the drop off zone. I only smiled and said, "Okay!" Before closing the door. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, pulling my hair from under the strap and wincing. I walked inside the school, brushing at the skirt to make sure my ass wasn't out. As soon as I made it inside, I noticed all the girls had super short skirts. I suddenly felt less insecure about my skirt and shirt, but focused more on how bland I looked. Every girl was in full beat, flawlessly done and plain gorgeous.

I also couldn't shake the idea that I was as pale as a ghost. Every girl I saw seemed to get tanner than the last, the fresh sun kissed skin coming back from summer vacation. The only thing I did was keep my head down and not make eye contact with most of the girls. I also tried not to get in someones way or step on the heels of the person ahead of me. I made my way to the office, the line rolling out the door.

The line seemed to be moving quickly, my nerves setting in with each spot I moved up to. I was able to observe the common appearances, but was taken aback by the boy who just walked out. I could see the tattoos under his shirt, the piercing in his lip shimmered with each step. This school is strange, it's suppose to be formal but yet they allow tattoos and piercings?

When I finally reached the front of the line, I had no problem collecting my schedule. As soon as the paper was in my hand I was quick to get out of there. As soon as I rounded the corner to leave the room, I slammed right into a hard surface. I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy reading my schedule to notice the boy standing right in front of me. I guess he didn't think I would run into him until I rammed my face into his chest. I stumbled back, but his hands quickly grabbed mine and caught me before I stumbled to the floor. I felt my eyes wander, slowly, up his body until our eyes met.