NEVER h.s

Seven

I throw the doors open to the science hall not really giving any fucks if everyone's attention was now on me. My life is a living hell right now so people's staring doesn't even make it on my 'Top 100 Things Ashton Bea Gives Any Fucks About'. I scan the room for any open seat and come up short. What the hell. Did everyone just wake up and decide that they wanted to actually come to Mr. Crewe's Advanced Chemistry today? I look up at my corner where I usually sit and cringe. The whole corner is occupied. My corner. Well, actually there's only two people but since the same dark haired freak that was in the park just a little bit ago is sitting next to my usual seat... it's a no go. I scan the rest of the room looking for any other option but seeing that there isn't one I walk to the nearest seat. Just as I'm about to kick the frat president out of the seat the asshole up in my corner speaks up.

"Ashton!" He throws his hand up the the air, summoning me up to me usual seat. Holy Mother Mary. No, ignored.
"Miss Bea, you're late." Mr. Crewe said in a calm voice.

"I know. How many times have I been late before?" I asked, walking further into the lecture hall.

"Two. I understand. You're my favorite student, no matter how hazardous." he sighed, sending me a soft, warm, fatherly smile.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I continue on, "Get up." I say, jutting my head upwards, signaling the steroid ingesting frat boy to get the hell up.

"And who the hell are you?" he asks as gasps and murmurs fill the room at his question.

I set my hands on either side of the desk and bring my eyes to level with his, "I, Mr. Incredible, am Ashton Bea and I will kindly kick your ass for show and tell." His eyes grew wide as he realized just exactly who I am and just as my fiasco was about to go just as planned, Harry's little minion had to ruin it.

"Ashton, leave the kid alone and come sit your ass up here!" the dark headed boy yelled.

"Yes, Miss Bea why don't you just take your usually seat." Mr. Crewe said, pointing at the corner.

I rolled my eyes at Harry's devil-follower-mix-thing, "Very well, Professor." I cooed as I made my way up the stairs.

As I reached my seat I came to a stand still in front of the brown hair hazardous being that was one of Harry's minions. Now that I really look at him, this ones name is Zayn. I've never actually talked to one of these little brats but I hear they're bad news just as much as Harry is. Actually, I've never been this close to one. It's thrilling in a way but it also gives me the feeling that makes me put all my shields up and makes all my muscles go ridged.

I side stepped and sat my myself down in my regular seat. I blew out a puff of air that made the hair in my face go wild, crossing my arms over my chest. To everyone else with no fighting experience that would seem like a nonchalant action that everyone does, but in reality it's a defensive position. It's a body shield fighters use to defend themselves and it's a habit I've picked up over the years whenever I was put in a situation. I don't want to be near this dude, I don't even want to look at him. Sure, I can take care of myself if he pulls something but he won't we are in a lecture hall during a class. I'm not sure why my body is acting this way but it's got me all fucked up. (lol, reminds me of an fob lyric.)

"That was quite a show you put on down there, Miss Bea." Zayn spoke, his gaze still at the front of the room.
I turned to him, keeping my arms crossed but leaning forward and placing my elbows on the desk.

"Yeah, you like it? It's what I use when dickwads that I clearly don't like all that much try and sit next to me in my chemistry class." I spat.

"Really? Does it work?" he asked, turning his head to look at me.