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II. - "I speak French."

Elle’s POV:

"Crap." I mumbled to myself as I watched my notebook and pencils spill onto the school hallway floor. When I leaned over to pick them up I was bumped onto the floor to join the rest of my spilled utensils. Heaving out a long sigh while also blowing the few long strands of brown hair out of my face I managed to gather up my stuff and continue heading to Earth Science. Was I embarrassed of being a senior and taking a freshman class? No, because I didn’t have any other courses to take and this seemed like a great decision since: a) the teacher was phenomenal. b) i already knew the stuff he was teaching. Easy A.

I walked into class, waving to the teacher Mrs. Perish and take a seat at her desk. Since I was one of her most trustworthy students, I helped her take attendance every day while she set up the lesson for the period. Minutes passed, and it seemed like everyone was all here and accounted for but just as I was about to go to my seat the door burst open.

All eyes in the room looked at the boy who walked into the room, including mine. He was tall, tan, and downright gorgeous. His brown curls pushed out of his face and his pink lips pulled tight together in an awkward smile as he walked up to the teacher. He handed her a paper and said things to her as she pointed at my desk in the back. Oh crap, she was seating him next to me.

"Uh." I chirp from behind the computer screen. Mrs. Perish and the boy look at me but I direct my attention to the teacher only, ignoring his piercing green eyes.

"He’s not on the roster yet, so do I still mark him late?" My voice comes out shaky at first, but I collect myself.

"No it’s fine, he’s new and it’s his first day." She replied with a smile. The boy walked over to the back and say in the chair next to mine and I winced. I was not the best when it came to dealing with boys.

Slowly, I made my way to the back beside the new student who didn’t even seem to notice me as I sat down next to him. His intense gaze seemed fixed on Mrs. Perish as she began showing notes on the overhead. Nervously, I copied them down, stopping every once and a while to look over at the boy next to me who just sat there. Which startled me when halfway through the lecture he spoke.

"My name is Harry. Harry Styles." His voice was deep and raspy, also very British.

"I’m Elle Roberts." I shyed back, managing an awkward grin.

"Are you a senior too?" He asked.

I nodded.

"In Earth Science?" He question with a little amusement in his British accent.

"I could say the same to you."

He let out a small chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. “I didn’t have anything else to take. I already took all the required courses but skipped this one so here I am. Plus, my mum didn’t want me to have nothing for my sixth period.”

"Same here." I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back cheekily and I noticed dimples were indented in his cheeks.

"Did you know dimples are a birth defect." I blurted randomly. Mentally cursing myself for having that habit of doing that when I’m nervous.

"What?"

My eyes blinked a couple of times before quickly nodding my head. “Yeah.”

"Well did you know that I like freckles." Harry said with a grin. Blush crept to my cheeks and I shyly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I hated my freckles more than anything, and it felt weird for him-anyone to say they liked them.

The bell rang signaling the last class of the day was over and I began to round up my stuff. I shifted my soccer bag into my shoulder and pushed my chair in. Harry must of noticed my sport bag because the corner of his lips tugged upward.