Harry's POV:
My blaring alarm clock ripped me out of my deep sleep. I rolled around for a few seconds before pounding around on the night stand trying to shut off the obnoxious beeping. I groaned and sat up in my king bed wishing there was some way I could get out of the upcoming activities of the day.

"Harry? You better be awake!" My mom yelled from somewhere downstairs. I cursed under my breath and yelled back notifying her that I was in fact awake and hating every moment of it.

I slowly pulled the curtains open allowing the bright south Florida sunlight in. My eyes burned before eventually adjusting to the brightness. I stood there looking around at the palm trees, green grass, clear skies and the blue ocean in my backyard. This was the complete opposite of London.

"Harry Edward!" My mom called out again. Jesus she's relentless. I yelled out telling her I was getting ready.

"You couldn't have put something nicer on for your first day Harry? People have already heard about…the situation." She eyed me up and down. I thought my black jeans, plain white t shirt and black shoes were fine but apparently he disagreed.

"I look fine mom and don't worry about that. Well better get going don't want to be late for the first day of the worst 9 and a half months of my life." I kissed her forehead, grabbed an apple off the counter and walked out to my car. She scoffed as the door closed behind me.

Since I'm 18 I could have legally stayed in London on my own but my mom wanted to get as far away from my prick of a father as she could. So we came here to Boca Raton, Florida. She insisted that I get a car because there isn't really any public transportation down here. I picked out a vintage, black, convertible mustang.

This school was everything you could ask for in a high school. Everyone was hugging and screaming that they missed each other over summer break when in reality they didn't even think about that person. It was your basic American high school. It had football jocks that had little to no brain cells, those weird kids who sing and dance in the rain at lunch, the smart kids who talked about science olympiads on the weekend, cheerleaders who were annoyingly happy, the intimidating black kids, hipsters, stoners, etc. I analyzed each group as I walked to my locker.

I stood there grabbing a notebook and a couple books when someone cleared there voice behind me. I turned to see a fair skinned, blue eyed boy. His dark hair was pulled up into a neat quiff, his loose white t shirt hanging off his thin torso. He just kind of stared at me, like he was sizing me up.

"You need something man?" I shot him a weird look causing him to snap out of his stare. He smiled at me and held his hand out for me to shake it.

"I'm Alexander. Alexander Wolf. You must be the new kid Harry Styles." How the fuck did he know who I was. I've never seen this kid in my life.

"Uh yeah…how do you know me?" He laughed at the question like it was completely obvious. He brushed his quiff back into place after his laughing.

"I'm part of the greeting committee here at Boca High."

"Are you serious?" I didn't need a fucking tour guide.

"It's not like it sounds…well it is if you don't get me as your guide. Most of the guides just kind of show you classrooms and the cafeteria and stuff but nope not me. I'm better." He turned and began to walk away, signaling for me to follow. I did and soon we were back out in the courtyard, in the hot South Florida sun.

"Ok so I'm not going to waste time on classrooms and all that shit because I'm sure you really don't give a shit about that kind of stuff. I'm going to tell you about how this school works and who 'runs' it." We stopped near a big group of kids and Alexander looked down at his watch. He waited about a minute then looked up across the courtyard, so did almost everyone else.

"Here they are…right on time." He stared out and I followed his eyes to a group of 5 girls walking, no gliding into school. They walked in a straight line side by side. I'm not even joking everyone was looking at them.

"Uh who are they?" I didn't look away from them while asking Alexander. They were all captivating. He didn't answer, everyone was quite and watching.

As they got closer I noticed the girl on the inner left hand side of the line. She was gorgeous. She had a smug grin spread on her face. She had black skinny jeans on that were fitted to her toned legs, a tight white Beatles shirt on and black, leather combat boots. She had a large leather (I'm guessing designer) bag in the crook of her elbow and a calculus textbook in the other arm. Her long dark brown hair was curled and hung on either side of her head and my eyes were quickly pulled to hers, which contrasted with her tan skin. They were a bright aqua color, with black liner delicately drawn on had a similar body to Jennifer Lawrence; you know she had 'curves'. Her eyelashes were very long and she batted them as she spotted the huge group of pretty people next to us. She flashed a smile to a couple people in the group, her teeth were straight, white and a perfect size. I hate big teeth.

"Ok question two…who is she?" I was referring to the gorgeous girl I had basically just fallen in love with.

"That is Ms. Christina Ricci. As you can tell she is absolutely and utterly gorgeous and she's also fucking brilliant. She's got all A's in all AP classes, her parents are unbelievably rich, she's Ms. Boca High and she runs the debate team, key club and a autism awareness club here at school. She was offered early admittance to Yale, Duke and NYU this past summer. She declined because she wants to spend senior year the normal way and graduate with her class, plus she's going to FSU for the fashion program. She wants to be a professional stylist when she's older. She also has 2 fake IDs, parties almost every weekend and her dad runs the Italian mafia in Miami, so she is his little princess." He took a couple seconds to catch his breath allowing me to look back over at Christina. She had now joined the group of people and was hugging and smiling and laughing with everyone. Alexander started speaking causing me to tune back in to his words.

"God she's flawless…oh hey you see the four girls she's with… those are her best friends. The dark haired tan one is Taylor Mendez, varsity cheer captain and her mom owns 7 American Apparel's in the area. She's been accepted to every college she applied to including Harvard and Princeton. She has a boyfriend, Jacob I think; they're pretty serious but he's over in Afghanistan fighting." I watched as Taylor's dark brown eyes scanned the crowd, a look of pure confidence on her tanned face. Her hair was the darkest and she had hips and an hourglass figure that could kill, much like Christina.

"The blonde one is Mary Grace Schultz. She missed 7 months of school last year for her modeling contract in Paris and still managed to get a 5.3 GPA. Her legs go on forever and so does her record for being a bit of a sleep around. Be careful around her, she can talk circles around you and before you even know what happened you've agreed to having sex with her. Also make sure you watch out for her because she'll be all over you." He laughed to himself as Mary Grace pushed her hair off her shoulder. Her legs were extremely long, she was model thin and her green eyes were almost painfully icy.

"Next we have Nicole Hylinski. She's going to the Olympics for horseback riding and she's co valedictorian of the senior class. She's only had one boyfriend, Nick, since freshman year and they're still together. He's captain of the football team, blonde hair, blue eyes, you know the all American type. " I watched as Nicole kissed and stood in the arms of her boyfriend. She had long, dirty blonde hair that went down to the bottom of her back, bright green eyes and rosy cheeks. She was the close in body shape to Christina; a smooth stomach, lean legs, and great ass.

"Last but certainly not least we have Gia Prelli. Her parents are both cancer research scientists and she's just as smart. She's the other valedictorian of the class, has been in two Broadway plays, and she slept with the Olympic swimmer Ryan Lochte on her recent visit to Gainesville. She is also class president and goalie on the varsity soccer team." Gia was tall and thin but not as thin as Mary Grace. She had light brown eyes and insanely thick, long wavy brown hair that went just past the top of her pants. She had a couple freckles sprinkled on her face.

They all had this air of confidence to them. I was mesmerized and I think everyone else was too. After a couple seconds of staring the bell rang and everyone kind of dispersed, heading to their classes. Alexander took me to the office so I could get my schedule. He was a pretty cool kid once you get past the 'I know everything' side of him.

It was first hour and I had AP Physics. I was a smart kid and since I transferred from London I was probably ahead. I heard the bell ring and watched as a few straggling kids ran into their respective classrooms. I casually made my way down the hall knowing that I could just charm my way out of being late. I looked at the little plaque next to the door that said the room number.

"4-102B." I looked down at my schedule for confirmation before opening the door and sauntering in. As usual all eyes were on me, the new kid. I watched as a couple girls whispered to each other and giggled, their eyes searching up and down my body.

"Ah nice of you to join us Mr. Styles, next time try not to be late." The teacher was roughly mid-thirties, short brown hair, shaped like a beach ball and had large framed glasses resting on her nose. This was going to be easy.

"I'm so sorry ma'am I'm not used to such a big school, the one I went to in Chesire was much smaller. I'm so sorry." I watched as her and every other girls face in the room went blank. I had a heavy British accent, which basically got me anything I wanted here in America. Just the other day I got a free coffee because the barista thought I was cute.

"Oh…oh uh… don't worry about it. Go take a seat anywhere you want Harry." She stuttered and handed me my schedule and I walked over to the empty lab table in the middle of the class room. I sat back in the chair and looked around the room at all the bright, supportive posters.

"Harry, would you like to tell us a bit about yourself before we get started." The teacher smiled hopefully at me. I figured why not play along.

"Yeah uh I'm Harry Styles, I'm 18 turning 19 in a month. I moved here from England and that's really all there is to it." I sat up and leaned on the desk to escape the girls breathing down my neck behind me.

"Very nice Harry tha-" The door swung open and everyone went silent. The girls behind me sighed and one of the guys around me whispered 'hell yeah Ricci's in this class'. The teacher looked a bit scared. I sat up recognizing the name.

She glided into the room, "HEY RICCI YOU LOOK DAMN FINE TODAY!" One of the meatheads behind me yelled out to her. She whipped her head around to look at him, when she did it was a burning glare. Then she saw me. I grinned as her blue eyes stared through my thin white t shirt.

"Matheus quiet down, go take a seat Christina." Christina flashed another smile and walked to the only available seat in the classroom…the one next to me. She sat down, pulled out a notebook, threw her hair back over her shoulder and began taking notes.

"Hey, I'm Harry Styles." I finally whispered to her as Mrs. Tannin lectured about force and motion. I waited for the accent to hit her and the babbling to begin but it never did.

"You're in my seat Styles." She didn't look away from the power point on the board at the front of the class. I was a bit taken aback by how calm and collected she was in my presence. I was used to girls not being able to breathe around me.

"I wasn't aware that there were assigned seats." I tried to continue the conversation. I wanted to talk to her.
"Well now you know." She still didn't look at me. Dammit she was good. She spoke with a sting in her words and she was harsh. I was drawn in anyways.

I started to speak again but Mrs. Tannin interrupted me. She told me I was interrupting the entire class and that if I had something to say I should say it out loud, not whisper to 'Ms. Ricci'. I was quite for the rest of the lesson and when Mrs. Tannin was finally done babbling about motion we were allowed to talk to the person closest to us. I turned to talk to Christina but she was already standing across the room talking with almost 3/4ths of the class.

Suddenly her attention was pulled to me. I watched as she smiled to the people around her and made her was over to me. She sat down in her seat, smug grin on her face. She sat there for a second silently sizing me up.

"I hear you're British, where you from?" Her eyebrows raised and her lips pouted. She had really nice, soft looking, pink lips. I wanted to kiss her.

"London, you?" She pulled her head to the side and laughed at some unknown topic in her head.

"This isn't a two sided interview, I'm the one asking the questions and you're the one answering them." She fired back at me.

"Alright then, ask away Ricci." I realized I had called her by her last name and quickly regretted it. She let her lips curl into a smirk, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"It's Christina to you, how old are you?" She corrected me, the smirk still on her lips.

"18 but I'll be 19 in a few weeks."

"Play any sports?"

"I play lacrosse." I watched as a smile spread across her face like she knew something I didn't. It quickly disappeared and she continued questioning.

"What are you going to major in?"

"Not sure yet, I've got about 9 months to figure it out.

I'm probably going to Cambridge for college though." I watched as she took in all this information and processed it. Then the bell rang and the class poured out of the room.

She stood up, grabbed her stuff and made her way to the door. She stopped just before leaving the class and spun around to look at me; in doing this she caught me checking her out. She curled one side of her mouth up and winked before disappearing out into the hallway. I walked out of the class but she was gone.