Transferred

"Who's that and why the hell have I not seen him before?" I ask eyeing up the tall male figure. His hair was like a lions mane, it had a life of its own, and his eyes... his eyes are like emeralds. He is practically the walking definition of perfect.

"That's Harry Styles, he's a junior. Every girl in school practically drools over him, yeah he's good looking but I bet he is a total player, I can just see it." Nicole explained to me as she sipped on her juice box.

"There is something different about that boy, he's very...odd" I said as I observed him. He was walking over to what I presumed was his group of friends. He had on tight black jeans, a maroon button up shirt that has a couple of buttons undone showing of his chest and brown boots on, his black bag was slung over one shoulder and his face gave off a 'I don't give a fuck' look.

There was something about him... Like a strange energetic vibe, but I don't know what It was, but I was going to find out.