He throws my hands and my body away as I squirm again. I back up quickly to the white wall behind me, rubbing my wrist with my hand.
Dear God, why him? Sincerely, me.
I glare at him as he clenches his jaw again, his green eyes moving around my face. He then looks to my wrist, which I’m rubbing, and softens his features. He looks deep in thought as he stares at my wrist, making me stop my soothing movements.
“I…When are we going to English?” He changes subjects on a dime, pretending that the little moment we had never happened.
I gulp, still fearing him and climb up the next small flight, heading to the door when I hear him behind me. “Are you scared of me…?” I grasp the handle to the door, not turning around.
I slightly nod, hearing his boots climb up the tile stairs to where I am. “Don’t be. It’s not attractive.” I glare back at him, now seeing the smirking arrogant him that I met.
That thought reminds me that I never got his name, not that I care, but in a way, I sort of do. I don’t dare to ask though, not wanting him to get the benefit of having something over my head.
I swing open the door and enter the carpeted upstairs, feeling the cold air sooth me from the tense hot air in the stairway.
“English should be right here…” I mumble, seeing the room number on the outside of the door. “Alright then.” He says, me opening the door to the room of tired looking students.
Everyone stares up at me as I enter the room, finding a seat in the back to sit in. The teacher, who I’ve learned to be Mr. Walker, peeks up from his clipboard and looks at me.
The whole room snickers as Harry walks in after me, sitting in the only open chair which happened to be the one next to me. Oh God, this probably looks bad…
“You are…?” Mr. Walker asks, me sitting slightly up in my chair. “Shayne Jones.” I squeak, some of the room laughing, including the British jerk next to me. He nods and then turns to the guy, I was finally going to learn his name.
“Harry Styles.” He says, me smirking to myself. I want to call him Hair Style, but he still scares me, so I decide against it.
The teacher writes down some things and then turns back to us. “Do you have passes?” I mentally face palm for not getting passes at the counselors office and shake my head, causing more people to whisper to each other.
“Silence!” He yells, oh great. He’s a yeller and strict, this year should be fun.
“We were just at the counselors office though…” I say, Harry finding this all amusing as he chuckles to himself, making the teacher glare at him. “Okay, sure.” He obviously thinks we were fucking, along with the rest of the class from what it appears, making my cheeks turn a dark shade of pink.
“This is your only warning kids. I don’t care that there’s supposed to a week of tardy freebies, you’re seniors now. You should know where your classes are the first day.”
I silently thank God that he seems to be talking generally to the class now instead of directing it towards me and harry.
“Am I understood?” The whole class mumbles in reply, him moving back to his desk and continuing to write things on his clipboard.
The rest of first period goes by quickly, Mr. Walker just talking about how things are going to look this year. From the looks of it, he seems to be the type of teacher who gives out a lot of homework, which should be fun.
As soon as the bell rings, everyone starts talking and pulling out phones as they flood through the door, me taking my time in the back to gather my books.
“That was fun.” Harry says, me looking up to his sparkling green eyes. “Maybe for you, but for me, people are going to think that we were fucking.” I say, Mr. Walker completely oblivious to our conversation.
He laughs, dimples popping up on either cheek as he throws his back pack over his shoulder. “What class do we have next?” He asks, me groaning as I read the schedule.
“Freaking math.” I hated having math in my first five classes, it’s too damn early in the morning for my brain to work, not to mention that I suck at math.
“How fantastic.” He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes as I move out of the room. “Wait up sweetheart.” He says, me giving no mind to his pleas and continuing walking down the crowded hallway.
“Shay! How are you?” I smile at a girl I don’t know in the hallway, wondering how she knew my name as I hear Harry close behind me. “So people call you Shay? Why? I like Shayne…” I clench my jaw and bite my tongue, not wanting to talk to him after what he told me in the stairwell.
I bet he’s just fucking with me. This is his first day, and apparently he was sucking faces with Faith all morning so he couldn’t possibly have heard all those things…
I try to shake what he said out of my mind, but then, my evil self-conscious butts in.
How would he know that your mom’s rich and that your dad gives you everything you want then?
I think about that as we walk down the hallway, coming close to the next class we have to wait in. My evil side has a point as I’m not able to come up with any back fire to that.
Maybe he was putting a negative connotation to something good?
I shake my head, not believing my good side. The flowing thoughts flow through my mind as I turn back to Harry. “We’re here.” I say emotionless, turning back around and going into the class.
“Good morning!” I hear someone with a high pitch voice squeak, looking over to my teachers desk. There’s a heavy lady with orange hair grinning from ear to ear at me and Harry, which is sort of creeping me out, but at least she’s friendly.
“Good morning!” I smile politely, her looking back to her computer. “Who might you be?” Her voice is cheery as I tell her our names, her nodding and smiling as I do so.
“Well, I am Ms. Wells, and I’ll be your teacher!”
I grin and nod, walking over to the desk in the back. I see that there’s only four people in the room, including me and Harry as I’m relieved that he doesn’t have to sit by me.
“Why do you sit in the back?” I glare up at Harry as he sits in the desk next to me.
“Why do you sit by me?” I snap back in the same tone he asked me in.
