(The first day of school. The end of summer and the beginning of prison. Probably the worst possible day in the whole year.)
Brooklyn walked into the halls of James R. High school with a frown painted across her face. She wasn't that tall but not short either. She had long straight blonde hair and big blue eyes. The kind people write songs about. She was wearing a headband to push back her hair, black skinny jeans, a green hollister button up, and black TOMS with light makeup.
She went to her locker in the main hallway trying to open it by wiggling the lock. Her friend Amber ran up behind Brooklyn hugging her from the back.
"Oh my god amber! Don't scare me like that!" Brooklyn laughed along with Amber as people passed by staring, probably wondering what all the squealing was about.
"Chronic bitch face or are you just mad you're here?" Amber joked while nudging Brooklyn's shoulder playfully.
Brooklyn rolled her blue eyes "a little bit of both I suppo-"
Just then a tall boy with dark chocolate curls and emerald green eyes bumped into Brooklyn. Almost knocking her over. He just walked by with no hesitation.
Brooklyn gasped and without thinking yelled "and that is exactly why school is intolerable! No one has manors nowadays!" She was staring at the back of the boys head with her arms crossed over her chest as he stopped and turned around to face her. Brooklyn's face showing anger, as his lips tugged up into a cheeky grin.
"Well excuse me baby but if you didn't have your face in your locker maybe I would've seen you." He said while his green eyes trailed down her body and back up again. "If I would've seen your pretty face I wouldn't have bumped into you." He smirked cockily and walked away.
Brooklyn couldn't help but stare at his tattoos and his gorgeous face. To bad he was acting like an asshole. Brooklyn scoffed and looked at Amber who was looking at Brooklyn with her huge brown eyes.
"He likes you!" Amber squealed almost to loud.
"I don't care who he likes, he's such a condescending asshole!" Brooklyn spat red in the cheeks from anger and somewhat embarrassment.
"Who is he anyway?" Brooklyn asked questionably with a slight roll in her eyes.
"Harry Styles! He's new to school and a total hottie! Everyone loves him already. I saw him at a party sucking face with some brunette with too much makeup. I heard he's trouble"
"He's got trouble coming to him if he keeps bumping me in the hall" Brooklyn's voice just above a whisper.
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The Dark Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fiksi Penggemar"He was a boy you could look at with both love and hate. A boy so dark yet so beautiful. So brilliant, yet so simple. He was the kind of boy people went crazy just trying to figure him out. Everyone except her"
