Fate?

Chapter two

As usual I got up, but this time, I was dreading the day even more.
I threw a hoodie on and some sweat pants.
Maybe no one will notice me?
Today, I will walk to school.
I can't go on the bus.
I walked down the sidewalk as causally as possible.
Of course I had to bump into something, or someone. Ugh.
"Uh," I looked up, a boy stood before me, I had seen him around school before, but I had never met him. He's actually attractive. He's tall, he has curly hair, and green eyes. "Oh, uh, um, sorry..."
The boy smiled, relentlessly.
"Not a problem." I could have sworn his eyes were a darker green before... Did his eyes brighten? Like he was happier?
"Excuse me..." I scurried past him.
Why was he headed the other way?
Oh wait.
He didn't have his backpack.
He was going back for it, I think...
Once again my locker was coated in hate notes.
Okie, guidance it is.
But what the fuck do you know?
'She's busy with another fucking student.'
Well maybe not the 'fucking' part, but you get what I'm saying, I'm not going to correct some shitty sentence just for one person.
As you can see, I'm pissed.
The one day I come, she's busy.
I let out a huge sigh.
Well, I'm late again.
The bell rang.
It seemed as if the whole school shook.
I walked into home room completely unaware of the fact that it was the second bell.
I didn't even notice the fact that the halls were empty.
I took FOREVER walking to school.
Ugh.
No problem, I'll just tell my math teacher that I had walked to school and didn't realize I took so long getting here, and that when I got to school I thought I had enough time to talk to the guidance teacher about something that was bothering me. So then I was looking for the guidance teacher, and when I got there she was busy, and then the bell rang.
Easy enough?
Right?
No.
She told me it was coming off my grade and that it was my fault for choosing to walk to school.
FUCKING ASSHOLE I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!
Wow I might resort going somewhere to make me happy.
I chose the mall, of course...
So uh, yeah, I was in Delia's and I bought a lot of clothing, like, a lot, a lot.
My mom took me to Zumies for new shoes, I chose some black Vans.
Oh my.
I see a galaxy cat sweater on that rack.
Holy.
I HAVE TO TRY IT ON.
I pranced over to the sweater and yanked it off the hanger.
I turned around not only to be frightened, but almost pee my fucking pants.
The boy I saw this morning was standing in front of me.
"Hello, again!" He said in an English accent.
His voice was smooth, and sweet. Like a really awesome smoothie.
Yeah... Bad description. I also ruined the moment.
"Oh -- I -- hi -- um -- eh -- um. Sorry?"
The boy flashed another radiant smile, " I'm Harry, Styles, that is."
HOLY SHIT.
OH MY GOSH.
"I'm uh-- Olivia Curtis." My tongue was in a knot, I could barely speak.
He stopped for a moment, as if he was analysing my name.
"Olivia!" He yelled. "Hm, I like it."
Of course, I jumped. Way to go. You look stupid as fuck now.
He laughed.
Aw, wow look that's funny, a girl just jumped in fright.
"Well uh, bye." I threw the sweater back over the rack and scurried off once again.
My mother paid for the items and we left the store.
"Who was that boy you were talking to?"
"Oh, uh, some boy from school."