Twists and turns.

Chapter 5.

Alexandra's point of view:

"Alex, stay awake!"

My eyes shot open as I heard Ecem yelling my name in front of my desk.

"Shit, I'm just so tired." I explained

"I can tell." she smirked. "I can't believe it's already been almost a month that you've been here!"

"Me either! I feel like it's all going by so fast. Not the homework though. That's going by pretty damn slow, and it just keeps on coming."

"Well as you told me, We're in school for that reason. Anyways, what do you have next?" She asked.

"I have music. what about you?"

"Ooh, you going to be able to concentrate in that class, or are you going to be staring at Mr. Styles? And I have English."

"Why do you always say that? I don't even find him that attractive." I stated,

She sat there and glared at me with a smirk.

"What?" I asked.

"Bullshit, I know you find him sexy. You even admitted it to me on the first day of school."

"No I didn't! I said he was simply cute." I explained.

Maybe I was lying a bit. He was incredibly sexy, but I don't even know him. I don't want want people to start assuming things. I've never even had a proper conversation with him.

She just smirked at me until the bell finally rang and then she asked me if I wanted to sleep at her house on the Saturday coming up. 

I nodded in response and I walked towards my locker to get my things for my next class.

I opened up my locker and pulled everything I needed out.

I have my journal, notes, and --

"Do you always talk to yourself?" and unfamiliar voice stated.

The voice sounded deep and had a rich accent. As I turned around, I noticed a tall figure standing in front of me.

It was harry.

"I uhm. I was'nt talking to myself." I snapped back.

"Suree you were'nt." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled.

"Anyways, what do you want?" I asked.

"What? am I not allowed to walk with you to music? Last time I checked, it was a free world that we live in." He sassed back in an exadurated tone.

I rolled my eyes again while I giggled.

His attitude is kind of cute actually. and his-

woah.

His eyes are beautiful. They were a dark shade of green that matched well with the tie he was wearing with his dress shirt. As soon as I caught myself starring I turned my head the other way.

We continued walking to music class in silence. Once in a while he would look at me and laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You just look like such a good girl with all those books you're carrying." He said.

"Well, I unlike you am actually prepared for class."

"Ooh. Sassy little one, Are'nt you?"  He said as if he was repeating his thoughts.

I smiled at him and rolled my eyes for the third time in the span of five minutes.

When we arrived in class we sat in our usual seats. The teacher began his lesson talking about singing warm-ups. I knew what he was talking about but it did'nt interest me all that much. I did'nt enjoy warming up before I sang because it wasted my energy.

And yes i know, I'm lazy.

Every few minutes harry would look back at me and just look at me. I felt a little bit uncomfortable as I hardly knew him.  I did'nt even understand why he talked to me. I thought he did'nt like people? It was probably a bet or some sort of thing like that.

I smile every time he looks back and I don't know why. I don't even know him. He's just attractive. That's all. I have to concentrate.

I pulled out my papers, and began to jot down notes.

Harry's point of view:

It was pretty funny how she seems so sweet, but once in a while she has a sassy attitude. 

Once we sat down, I would turn to look at her and I could see her position slightly tighten. I knew she saw me looking at her, so it was pretty enjoyable to see her reaction.

She did'nt seem like she was freaking out though.

she seemed some how intimidated by me? It's  weird. I'm used to being fangirled over but she doesn't seem to react like that.

It was funny walking with her in the hallway, but she seems like the type of person who would piss me off. she's really pretty though.

 fuck. I need to concentrate.

I put my thoughts to an end when I heard someone talk to me. It was Arden.

Of course it was. She always tries to talk to me, but I'm not fucking interested.

She tried to storm up a conversation with me about the possibilities of me asking her to the dance.

"Arden, Look I don't want to invite anybody to the dance. I hate dancing, and I don't like people. got it? Now leave me the fuck alone for the thousandth time."

"Gosh, you don't have to be so rude." She frowned.

I know I was a bit harsh to her, but she has asked me so many times, and I' m tired of it.

The bell finally rang and I got up to leave the class. I watched as Alexandra walked down the hall in front of me. 

I caught myself starring again, so I turned and went in the opposite direction.