Little Town. New boy.

Chapter 4

The last period had rolled around, english. We were working on spoken word poetry, also one of my favourite things beside art. I loved hearing thoughts and feelings put into a poem from other people; It was a way to tell your story, without actually telling your story. I was the only person to ever sit in the front row with my eyes glued to the teacher, meaning I sat alone while everyone else made jokes and goofed off during every lesson.
"Brooke" I looked up from my distracted state.
"Harry?"
I nodded my head as he pointed to the chair and he continued to sit down. I could here a few snickers from a couple girls and some of the guys. They probably thought Harry was an idiot to sit with the "weird" girl. I never gave them anything to make them think that I was weird, I've just never been a fan of the social world. Nothing against a good conversation, I just feel like so much time is waisted on pointless things.
"What brings you here?" I questioned him as he set his binders down.
"My mom made me take English, she's a writer and thinks it's good for me."
"I wish my mom would have been around to tell me stuff like that" I mumbled under my breath, thinking aloud to myself.
"Pardon?" Harry questioned me.
"Uhh.." I stuttered, luckily my English teacher walked into the room, causing the room to settle down suddenly as she began the lesson.
"By the end of next week, I would like all of you to have a spoken word poem to present to the class. It can be about anything of your choice" she explained. It would give me a week and a half to figure out something to write about, and perfect my writing, hoping I can get a good mark to make up for my not-so-good math marks.
"Go ahead, and start scribbling down ideas" ms.lindy said as she passed out sheets of lined paper. I started doodling, racking my brain for ideas as I felt eyes on the side of my face. Harry was smiling at me, when I turned my head to look at him. I never noticed his dimples on each cheek, they were so prominent, I don't know how I missed them.
"Whats wrong?" I questioned as he continued to stare at me.
"I'm just watching" I smiled, I could almost feel my cheeks going red. which surprised myself, no one could ever make me blush.
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"Want a lift?" Harry asked me I took my backpack out of my locker.
"You know we just met today, and your already offering me a ride home"
"Correction; we met yesterday" he smirked.
"You could still be a mass murderer"
"Don't you think I would have tried something by now?" He asked me.
"Not unless you want to get caught" I proved gesturing to all the people around us.
"Alright brooke, I'm not a mass murder. Now can I please give you a ride home" he raised his eyebrows in a hopeful manor.
"Okay fine" I smiled.
He tousled his curls back as I followed him out to his vehicle and hopped in, directing him to where my house is.