The Academy // Harry Styles AU

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Harry’s POV

I’ve hardly even made it through two days at this new school and I’m already being judged by one of the stuck up boarding school girls. I knew she probably wasn’t the only one who had judgmental thoughts towards me, but she’s the only one who had actually said it to my face. It shouldn’t bother me though, its not like everyone at my old school liked me, it’s just that those people tended to stay out of my way.

Here, these people think that they are just so great and can say whatever they want and it won’t bother a so-called misfit like me. It was obvious that more people than just her had opinions about me, she wouldn’t be so convinced on what she thinks my personality is just by me joking that my mom threaten to send me to military school, more people had to have talked to her. Also I only had her in my first two classes and on the first day I had been trying my best to act like these kiss up kids but by my third class I got tired of doing that.

I’m pretty sure I had a class with a few of her friends, I wasn’t sure. I decided not to complain when she wanted to go ahead and get another question done. I figured the more we got done today the less I was going to have to deal with tomorrow.

Both of us had started answering our questions less thorough than we had been during the first few questions. I was about to ask if we should go ahead and knock out another question since we only had about five left, but she began to speak first.

“How much longer do we have left?” she asked me.

I looked down at my watch, “Pretty sure lunch ended fifteen minutes ago,” I told her.

“What?” she asked and her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Sorry, I meant twenty minutes ago,” I corrected, mostly just trying to get a reaction about her, but lunch did probably end less than twenty minutes ago.

“You’re kidding me right?”

“Nope,” I said and showed her my watch.

She grasped onto my wrist to pull the watch closer to her to see the time before throwing my arm back at me.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked me as she quickly gathered her things, grabbing the pen I borrowed out of my hand.

“I never checked the time, you should’ve asked the time twenty minutes ago,” I shrugged.

She scoffed at me and shoved her notebook and folder into her bag and got up from the table and began to walk out.

“You know it’s pointless going to class now,” I called out after her and she turned around.

“I’m not skipping class, I’m not like you,” she said.

Again with the stereotype.

I have skipped class before but I believed that I had legitimate reasons for doing so.

“So would you rather walk into class late with everyone staring at you or just skip one class, get the notes from a friend and just tell the teacher tomorrow you weren’t feeling well,” I could tell that she was thinking about what I had said and it was pretty obvious that walking into class as late as she was, was going to be pretty embarrassing.

“It’s just one class,” I told her, “Live a little. What good is life if you don’t take any risks,”

“I just don’t want to miss anything in class,” she said.

“It’s the second day, what could you possibly be missing?” I asked her.

She paused for a second and then walked back over to the table and sat down with a huff.