He is so... beautiful. The way his beautiful blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight. The way he's always smiling at everyone. He seems like he's the sweetest guy ever. He's perfect. I just wish he was mine. Imagine if he was my boyfriend. Christian Blume. Mr and Mrs Blume. I start doodling that into my notebook when someone snatches it.
"Aw, look Christian," Sabrina, the 'school slut', says as she throws him the notebook, "the little freak has a crush on you!"
They all start laughing as Christian says, "What the fuck? She's like obsessed with me. News flash babe, it's never gonna happen. You're fucking ugly." Ouch.
I get up from my seat and attempt to grab my notebook, "Can you please give that back to me?" I say silently.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna read everything," Christian says as he emphasizes 'everything', "that's in your stupid little notebook."
"Mate, give it back to her, don't be fucked up." I hear someone say from behind Christian. I see someone push Christian away. Wait, why did the Harry Styles just try to help me? Why would he want to help me?
"Aw, Harry has a crush on the freak?" Sabrina said as she snickered.
"Ew, no thanks, I'd ratherly catch herpes," ouch, "just don't be a dick, give it back to her."
Christian threw my notebook in my face then Sabrina pushed me and said, "You're fucking lucky he spoke up."
I actually am lucky that Harry spoke up and helped me. I have way too many things in here that I don't want anyone to find out about. They're like super secrets.
I grabbed my stuff quickly, then walked out of the class. Woah, why is the hallway empty? Whatever. I don't need to worry about why Harry helped me? Nevermind, why should I care? He also insulted me.
I walk out of the school and start walking the usual way I walk home. It's getting hot, I'll just take off my sweater, even though I hate taking it off, so I'm just wearing a muscle shirt.
Well, I guess now is a good time to introduce myself. My name is Alex and I'm 15 years old. I have no friends, nor boyfriend. No one really likes me, and I have no clue why.. but it's okay, because I don't even like myself.
I hear a car horn from behind me, so I turn around. It's.. Harry?
"You need a ride home?" he states, staring at my chest. I start getting insecure, so I quickly put my hands over them then just shake my head no. I keep walking the usual way I walk. *sigh* only 30 more minutes to go. "You sure, love?" Whatever, I dont really wanna walk anyways.
I walk towards his car as he opens the door. I get in and close the door. He's actually a good looking guy.
"So, where do you live?"
