Miranda and I had a hard time finding parking due to construction and the time. It was ten to eight. Homeroom starts at eight fifteen.
"Ohh! Right there." I pointed to the parking space by the trees.
"Finally." She breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning in, someone took our spot. Smirking, Styles stepped out of his beamer.
"What the actual fuck?!" Miranda shouted.
"He's a real dick." I said, shaking my head.
Miranda sighed, and hit her head on the steering wheel over and over.
"Dont let it ruin your day. Just pull out. We can park by Fred's."
"The convenient store?!" She scoffed.
"I know it's far, but we won't find parking anywhere else. Homeroom is in twenty minutes anyway." I sighed.
After parking at Fred's and dodging all of the freshmen, we finally made it into the building.
"Of course." I whispered to Miranda, as we watched Styles slam Julia into the locker, before making out with her.
"Let's just get to class." She said shaking her head in disgust.
We made it to Mr. Wright's English class and found two desks in the back of the classroom.
"Good morning boys and girls. I'm Mr. Wright. The best English teacher at WVA." He chuckled.
"Now. I'm very laid back, and you will most likely never have homework. We'll do about four assignments in class, the maximum. I like respect and honesty. Those are the only rules." He said.
The door swung open, and in walked Styles, Harry Styles.
"Where's your pass?" Mr. Wright asked.
"Don't have one Mr. Wright." He smirked.
"Well, get one or serve AD."
"AD doesn't start until next Wednesday." He smirked, his eyes finding mine.
I looked down, pushed my hair in front of my face and tried to ignore him.
"Is this seat available, love?" A raspy British voice asked in my ear.
"Shit." I said a little too loud. "Uhm, y-yeah.. yeah." I rushed.
"Thank you." He smirked, leaned back, and pushed a few curls off of his forehead.
I figured it was the perfect time to take in his features. He had piercing emerald green eyes, and dark brown curly hair. His hair laid perfectly on the back of his neck. I noticed a few tattoos peeking through his black shirt. He was hot.
"Do you need something?" He broke my train of thought.
"Uhm, n-no. Sorry." I said, looking away.
I grew more and more impatient with each tick of the classroom clock.
Finally the bell rang. I grabbed my satchel and darted for the door.
"Kris! Kristie!" Miranda called after me.
"What's wrong?" She panted when she found me in the hall.
"Nothing." I lied. "I just gotta get to class. See you later Mandy."
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Last (Harry Styles)
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