Sexual Education

Chapter One

Chapter One

-London-

“Do you see him?”

 

“I heard he got arrested for trying to kill his stepfather.”

 

“Someone told me that he nearly killed a guy in prison.”

 

Harry Styles. Everyone is talking about him. My ears perk up at all of the comments being thrown around about him. My eyes however are fixated on the tall figure as he walks through the halls with two police officers on his arms. From afar I can see him shooting dirty looks to the people that are pointing at him and whispering things.

So what if he was in juvenile court? It was  only for a couple of months. I barely recognize him though.

His face that used to be covered in piercings, is now completely bare. His hair that was short and curly, is now nearly reaching his shoulders. And his arms that used to have one or two tattoos, is now covered in the black ink. Nevertheless, he is still one of the most attractive guys I have ever seen.

My eyes never leave him.

I squirm back slightly, pushing against my locker as they near me. Right at that exact moment though, a boy name Edison pushes past me and –due to my clumsiness- sends me tumbling to the floor. I curse under my breath and try helplessly to look for my glasses. The one day that I decide on wearing glasses instead of my contacts. My hands pat helplessly against the cold tile as I search for my specs. Suddenly my hand smacks down on something hard. Something leather. My eyes widen and gasps will the corridor.

“Looking for something, love?” His deep voice raps. I slowly lift my head to find the him, Harry Styles, looking down at me, a smirk adorning his features. And in his right hand, he holds my glasses. I nod my head yes and that only causes his smirk to grow even wider.

I am helped back onto my feet by one of the police officers. I dust off my sweater and jeans and look back up to Harry.

“Stop messing around and give the girl her glasses back, Styles.” The officer that helped me speaks in an intimidating voice. Instantly, my hand is taken captive in his  and my glasses are placed in it. I quietly thank him and as I am about to walk away, I hear my name being called.

“London, I look forward to seeing you around.” I don’t even have to turn around to see that it is Harry. I swallow deeply and ignore him as I continue walking to my first class, Math.

-Harry-

God, what a day. If I need to be ‘introduced’ to one more class again, I am going to lose my fucking mind. I sigh and unlock the front door to my house. Slowly, I open the door and immediately the smell of smoke fills my nostrils. I throw my bag down on the ground carelessly and dash to the kitchen.

When I enter, my eyes shoot to the stove and I can see the burning smoke puffing out from inside the pot. Another breath leaves my lips and I turn the stove off. I grab and cloth to take the pot of from the stove and I quickly put it under cold water, more smoke filling the kitchen as I do so.