Dearest One (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chappy three

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"Hello students! I hope you guys didnt expect a laid back year, at least not in language arts, just because you are seniors does not mean you can slack off, especially in this class. Understood?" everyone mumbled "Mmhm" or "yes" in response to Ms.Barwin.

"Your first assignment will be to write a poem about anything of your choice that will be due tomorrow the minute you enter class, no excuses. Now, you may begin your assignment or may chatter amongst yourselves." she says walking back to her desk.

As I bend down to get paper from my binder I felt somone starring at me but I chose to ignore it and mind my own buisness. As im thinking of ideas for my poem, I zone out and begin thinking about the future. College. I dont want to go to college but my parents have high expectations when it comes to me. I want to persue writing, something that i know im good at if i say so myself and something I can be satisfied with but by parents think otherwise.

My mom works as a doctor and my step-dad is a lawyer while my real dad.... I dont know what happened to him, my mom never talks about him and says the same thing everytime i ask about him "He chose to leave me and you, he abandoned us. If he really wanted to see you he would have tried to contact you so why bother? Anyways, hes in a better place right now." Harsh much?

The day I told them I wanted to persue writing they weren't pleased nor happy for me and I felt betrayed to say the least. I mean, I am their daughter. Either way with or without their support I plan on becoming a write-

"Hi, um you dropped your pencil" a guy with icy blue eyes inturrupted my thoughts. I look down at my hand and realize that I indeed have my pencil in my hand.

"Thats not my pencil, I have one right here" I say waving my pencil for him to see. Was he blind? I thought to myself.

"I-I know...i just needed an excuse to come talk you." he says.

In this type of situation I dont really know what to do, its not likely that a cute guy will talk to me. What do I say? I finally grow some balls and muster up an answer.

"Hi, Im adalene" I say as confindentaly as I can.

"Im Titan" he said with a dimpled smiled. He had to have dimples I thought to myself.

"I noticed you were having trouble choosing a top-" He couldnt finish his sentence because he was interrupted by the bell signaling it was time to go to next period. "Uh, I'll talk to you another time! It was nice meeting you titan, see you around" I say with a smile and pack my things and head towards my next class.

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As school ended I let out a sigh of relief knowing that I have survived. The rest of my classes seemed to be easy but i could already tell that Ms.Barwins class was going to be-

"Helllooooooo" katya says interrupting my thoughts.

I respond with a quiet "hey" and she continues the conversation with how her day, which i dont mind because my day was boring as hell. As we're walking I hear light footsteps behind. Not again I think to myself, when I turn around I see a mop of curls following me and kat. He smirks while he continued starring at me. As i was about to yell 'get lost'  to the curly haired stranger, katya interuppted my thoughts. Again. why am i just realizing this?

"So is he?" asks katya. "What? sorry I wasnt listening" I say "I asked if dom was home.." Why would she care if my stepbrother was home?

"Um, i dont know I guess you'll see when we arrive at my house." I say