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"Just please." Jerome begged as he led Poppy in through the doors of Anubis High School. Poppy was in Year 10, 15 years old, and she had been transferred from her private school, to Anubis High School. "I have a reputation here, a rather decent one. So don't ruin it, by you know, getting expelled." He shot her a disproving look and Poppy sighed, tugging at her jacket.

"Jerome, I honestly just left my pen in the head teachers office! I was just going to get it!" she sighed when he rolled his eyes at her. She looked around, the school halls were buzzing, but people just seemed to part for Jerome. She watched her brother, he really did have a reputation here then. "Really!" she continued "I…I had no idea he was keeping the answers on the desk! I never even looked at them!" and she was telling the truth. She had gone into the office, intending to steal the answers, but she couldn't do it. She had turned to leave, when the teacher walked in. Sufficed to say, they didn't believe her.

"Whatever, listen," he stopped by his locker "Go down to the office, okay?" he pointed her in a very vague direction and Poppy tried to look as if she understood

"Jerome!" came a voice, Poppy watched as a girl about her height, maybe an inch taller, embraced Jerome, and entwined her hand with his. Poppy realised that this was Mara Jaffray, the girl Jerome wrote endlessly about in his diary. "Oh you must be Poppy pleased to meet you," she stuck out her hand. Poppy shook it with a smile.

"Come on, Jaffray," Jerome tugged at her hand "Let's go," Mara sighed, before smiling and waving at Poppy, following her boyfriend. "Remember Poops," Jerome called behind him "Don't be lame."

Poppy scoffed, rolling her eyes, how on earth was she supposed to know what that meant? She ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair and walked down the corridor, scooting her bag further up her shoulder. She tried to look for signs about where the office was, but nothing showed up. She groaned, why couldn't Jerome have just shown her the actual way? The bell rung loudly and in a matter of seconds, the hallways were bare.

"Brilliant," Poppy whispered, resting against a locker in frustration. She closed her eyes, jumping when someone cleared their throat. She blinked, her cheeks flaring when she saw him. He was…amazing. He looked fantastic, like he had just dropped off a runway. He had curly brown hair, he was tall, maybe a little shorter than her brother. Glittering green eyes, a shade darker than white skin, a flawless face, and chiselled jaw. He was dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a green jumper, emphasising the glitter in his eyes.

"Can I get to my locker?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Poppy's blush deepened and she slid to the side, she stood there in awe, watching him. He turned the knob, entering his code, which Poppy noted as 457. He placed his bag inside, pulling out two books, his locker was relatively neat, for a boy. Closing his locker, he held the books under his arm, turning to watch her. "Um, can I help you with something?" Poppy's mouth dropped open as she stuttered

"I'….I'm new." She managed eventually.

Harry smiled brightly, understanding, and she felt her knees buckle, his smile was perfect. "Sorry, I didn't realise," he offered his hand, which she shook, trying not to tremble. "I'm Harry,"

"Poppy," she whispered. He laughed lightly, and she loved his laugh immediately. "I um…I need to get to the main office,"

Harry appraised her, his eyes flickering from her red shoes, to the golden chain around her neck, then to her hair.

"There's only one person I know with eyes that blue," he noted, crossing his arms expectantly, clutching the books between his fingers. "You're Jerome's sister."

Poppy smiled, a wide toothy grin, which Harry instantly warmed too. At least she was different to her brother in that respect. She had a nice smile. "Yeah, it's my first day, and he doesn't want people to know,"

Harry laughed "Yep, that sounds like Jerome, jeez, been his best mate for three years now, I knew he had a sister, didn't know you were coming here,"

"B-best friends?" Poppy stuttered, eyes wide "You're best friends with Jerome?"

Harry laughed, rubbing his neck "Yeah, um…come on, I'll show you to the office," he and Poppy walked down the corridor, and Poppy was beyond on confused. She didn't understand. Did her brother just act completely different at school? Like not annoying and actually worth talking too? He had a pretty girlfriend, and the most handsome guy she'd ever seen as a best friend. He stopped by the reception, and smiled at her "Nice meeting you, Poppy," he took a step back "Uh…see you around?" she nodded weakly, and he turned, jogging down the corridor to the class he was obviously late for. Poppy watched, mesmerised.

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"I'm just saying," Harry laughed, kicking his legs up to rest on the chair Jerome was sitting on. Jerome copied his movement, resting his legs on Harry's chair. "You coulda told me, man. She seems cool,"

"Sorry," Jerome grinned sheepishly "I just…I just didn't. Sorry dude, I should have,"

"Guys," Mara groaned, walking into the drama room, gesturing to their legs "Where am I supposed to sit?"

"On my lap?" Jerome grinned

"Or mine?" Harry chimed, Jerome kicked him slightly and they all laughed "Kidding, kidding," He pulled his legs up, so Mara and Jerome were sharing a seat, Jerome's legs still on Harry's chair. "She seems really nice though…really sweet," Harry nodded, resting his head on the back of the chair. He paused for a moment "How old is she?"

"A year younger than us," Jerome yawned. Harry pursed his lips thoughtfully

"She's kinda pretty, could I-"

"No." Jerome cut him off, eyes snapping to meet Harry's "You may be my best friend, but she's my sister Harry, out of bounds," Harry sighed, but nodded, it had been so long since he'd had a girlfriend.

Mara rolled her eyes "Jerome!" she scolded "You can't stop love,"

Jerome and Harry laughed. "Don't worry, Mara," Harry chuckled "She is his sister, I'll do my best,"

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"Poppy," Harry grinned "Hey, we're locker neighbours then?" Poppy tried her best to fight her blush, and managed a small nod. Poppy pulled a sandwich out of her bag, and took a small bite. She frowned in annoyance, it was her favourite type of sandwich, tuna and salt and vinegar crisps in brown bread, but she was full, a girl she had made friends with in her class, Jenna, had given her a whole bag of smarties. "That looks delicious." Harry stated, swinging his bag over his shoulder, he closed his locker. Poppy laughed

"You can have it if you want, I'm stuffed," she offered it to him "If you don't mind my tiny bite?"

Harry's eyes widened, as if she was offering him a million pounds. "Thank you thank you thank you," he chimed, taking the sandwich and taking a large bite, sighing in content. "I forgot my lunch and….this sandwich is delicious,"

Poppy laughed, closing her locker, "One of my favourites,"

"The way to a mans heart is through his stomach," he chuckled, with his mouth full. Poppy ran a hand through her sideways parted her

"Am I trying to get to your heart?" she whispered. Harry suddenly stilled, meeting her eyes. He wanted to say I'm trying to get into yours But Jerome's words trilled in his ears. He wasn't allowed.

He raised the sandwich, clearing his throat "Thanks Poppy," he said shortly "Uh…see ya around," Poppy watched him leave with a sigh. Jenna walked up beside her, nudging her playfully

"Oooh, were you just talking to the Harry Osborne?" she clapped her hands "Does he like you?"

Poppy smiled, nudging her back as they walked down the hall "I…I really don't know."

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