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CHAPTER TWO.
Maths passed by quickly, as I expected.
I sat next to Niall, who turned out to be the nicest guy ever. He promised me a tour around the Academy during free period and I happily obliged. I mean, meeting a cute, Irish jock on the first day was good enough, but having him introduce you to his cute friends and give you a complete tour? That was sheer luck, right?
I knew him a lot now, and I definitely liked him a lot.
Once the bell rang, Niall walked me to my next class, which was Health.
"Do you have this class?" I hoped.
He shook his head. "No, but Louis and Harry do."
"That ought to be interesting." I said, half-smiling. It was true, I'm sure Harry's and Louis' antics would make the class much more fun, but I was really starting Niall. He was the sweetest boy I've ever met, and he's also one of the cutest. His friends were close runners up, especially Harry. Wait, pretend I didn't say that...
He agreed and we were left by the health room, just seconds until the bell had to ring.
"Hey, do you mind giving me your number?" He said, running a hand through his hair. "You know, in case you have any questions, or, whatever you need-"
"Of course." I laughed, interrupting him for the better.
I typed my number into his iPhone while he typed his into my Blackberry.
My contact in his phone was called "Lina Summers:)", and I gave it back. He returned mine and I smiled.
"See you at lunch?" He offered.
I nodded, pleased that I wouldn't have to sit alone on my first day. "Of course."
We went our separate ways, and the bell sounded right as I approached the teacher . I entered the full room of students who stopped their chatter to look me up and down, commenting on my appearance.
"Ah, hello there." The teacher said. She looked as if she was about fifty, if not sixty. Her hair was light brown, but judging on the greyness of her roots, you could tell she dyed it. Not the most attractive thing to see, I thought to myself. "You must be Catalina, I presume?"
"Yup, but most everyone calls me Lina." I replied, looking at the classroom. It was full of expensive-looking teenagers all whispering about me.
"Just find an empty seat and we'll get started." She smiled down at me, considering I was only 5"4 and she was probably over 6"0.
I made my way to the back, sitting behind an empty counter. Most of the other counters were occupied by two people, plus I didn't know anyone, so I didn't really have a choice. The stool next to mine was empty for the time being.
I didn't care for it, however. What I did care for was the giggles coming from the girls as I passed by. Did I have something on my face? Why were they laughing like that?
After a few minutes, I studied the classroom completely. I noticed Louis, one of Niall's friends, sitting in the front row with another guy, not one that I've seen before.
That reminded me, Niall said Louis and Harry had this class, but where was Harry?
He wasn't in the room, but I had to stop thinking about it and focus on the assignment.
Then, as if on cue, Harry comes bursting in through the door, soda in hand.
All of the students held back laughter as he approached the teacher.
"Mr. Styles, why are you late for my class?" She asked, impatiently.
"Sorry, gorgeous.." He ran a hand through his perfect, curly locks and shot her a Styles smile. "Just lost track of time, you know how it is." He concluded, giving her a flirtatious wink.
I started giggling as well. I knew he was a flirt, but this was hilarious. He took a drink of his Dr. Pepper and surpressed a laugh as well. Now I knew why all of the girls were giggling...
The teacher looked down slightly and a deep shade of red made it to her wrinkly, aged face. Grody.
"It's fine, Mr. Styles," she said, trying to act young and flirtatious. It wasn't working. "Just take a seat."
Harry smirked at the giggling girls and gave a few guys high-fives, including Louis, as he walked down the aisle. There was an open stool at another girl's counter, and she smiled in a flirty way as if expecting Harry to occupy the seat beside her. He just gave her a swift wink and crossed the room, leaving her confused and fuming.
I looked up to see his hand on the counter I sat at. He just grinned and looked me up and down. "This seat taken?"
I sighed. "No, it's not, but wouldn't you much rather sit next to someone else?"
"Nope." He replied. He sat down next to me as if none of the girls were whispering of why he sat next to me. Oh, wait, they are.
"So, Catalina, is it?" He whispered teasingly, grinning at me.
I replied with a firm "Lina."
He ran a hand through his hair once again, and shrugged. "I like Cat better."
"You're not calling me Cat, okay?" I replied, eyes still on the board. I had memories with that name, bad ones. Whenever I heard it, I got all defensive and stuff.. Weird, I know. I just don't want to explain that to him, or anyone, in fact. It was a sensitive subject for me, still.
"Hmm, feisty." He smirked. "I like it, Kitty Cat."
I groaned inwardly. Can't he take no for an answer? "Harry, there's no point in trying to toy with me.. A rule is a rule."
"And like I said before.." He said, moving closer to me slowly. "Rules are meant to be broken."
I was about to reply with a witty comment, but the teacher smacked two folders on me and Harry's counter, making us both flinch. He immediately tore from my side, looking up at her.
"This is today's assignment, which is due at the end of class. I'll explain further once everyone is ready." She droned on.
She flopped the folders on everyone's counter before writing the lesson title on the board.
"Do you have the slightest clue what we're doing?" Harry asked me in a hushed tone after a few minutes.
"If you read what she was writing, you would know." I answered quickly but quietly. I just wanted to focus, if that was even possible. I knew what he was getting at; he just wanted a challenge. But once I let him win, he would lose interest. I wasn't going to let him win, I didn't even want to play. I've been through it before and I'm not going back.
Harry swiftly scooted closer to me and whispered, "Sorry, you're just so fit, I couldn't pay attention.".
I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. I got compliments all the time, why was this any different? I reminded myself of my past experiences and immediately got back to work.
"Um," I whispered. "Thanks, I think." Playing it off coolly, I wrote down a few notes to go with the lesson.
He saw what I was writing - which was facts of the muscular system - and chuckled slightly. "You're such a bore, you know."
"I'd rather be a bore than a failing student." I replied simply. That was my excuse for everything.
"Come on, loosen up a bit."
I just kept writing, ignoring him. He noticed what I was doing and rested his hand on his chin.
"You can't waste all of that beauty by working so hard, have some fun." He suggested, taking a long drink of his soda.
"Thanks for the compliment, but stop talking to me." A sigh escaped my lips. All I was doing was pushing him away, but I don't know why.
"So, you mean you don't like this?" He whispered in my ear, his cool, minty breath sending chills down my spine.
He reached to put his arm around my shoulder, but he did something else in the process.
I felt cold liquid splash against my body. He knocked over his soda, onto me.
"Shit, Harry!" I shouted, jumping up from my seat.
"Jesus, I'm sorry Cat, I just.." He trailed off, staring at me with wide eyes.
My white camisole was almost see-through now, sticky, brown liquid soaked into it. I used my grey cardigan to try to cover it up, but that was drenched, as well as most of my hair.
I looked around the class and noticed everyone's eyes were on Harry and I. It took everything I had not to scream at him, but instead, I stormed past him and out of the room.
"Shit, shit, shit..." I muttered to myself. I walked into the girls restroom and immediately wetted a paper towel with water, vigorously rubbing it against my clothes.
"I think you're supposed to dab it, not rub." A voice from behind me explained.
I turned around to find none other than Harry freakin' Styles.
"Thanks for the advice." I spat, my voice coated with sarcasm.
"Need any help there?" He asked. I was only making it worse, bits of wet paper were spread across the sleeve of my cardigan now.
I ignored his question and put my face in my hands. "Why're you in the girls' restroom?"
"Never mind that," He told me reassuringly. "here."
I looked over at him. He pulled his purple Jack Wills hoodie over his head and held it out to me. Underneath was a tight, black v-neck, defining his muscle lines. He's making this so hard.
"What?" I asked.
He laughed. "Wear it, your clothes are soaked."
"Are you sure?"
"You need it a lot more than I do.." He nodded, motioning to my see-through cami.
"Thanks." I told him, walking toward the two stalls.
I pushed on the door, but it wouldn't open. Looking up, a sign was taped onto them both. Out of order.
I groaned. Who cares if the toilets are out of order, did they really have to lock the doors?
"Oh, right, I remember a few girls shoved tampons in the toilets." He laughed.
"What pricks!" I exclaimed.
"You can just change right here, you know." He joked, winking at me.
"As if!" I scoffed.
"I won't look, okay?"
I sighed and thought about it. It was the only thing I could do.
"Okay..." I agreed. He smirked, and I ran a hand through my now wet hair. "Just please, don't look."
"I'm not that desperate!" He told me, making me roll my eyes.
"Turn around." I instructed him. He turned around, but turned back to me.
"I turned around." He grinned cheekily.
"Just face the toilets, will you?" I demanded, laughing.
"That's all you had to say!" He held his hands up, his back facing me.
"And cover your eyes, too." I told him after a few seconds.
"You're so bossy..." He kidded, placing his hands over his eyes.
I tore off my cardigan and wiped my arms with a fresh paper towel. The brown soda clung to my skin, gross.
I snuck a peak behind me. He really wasn't looking. I guess I kind of expected him to, but I was wrong. He could be a nice guy, I learned.
I peeled my camisole off cautiously, only my bra left on my body.
"Done yet?" He asked.
"No!" I exclaimed quickly.
"You don't have to yell!" He shouted back.
"Neither do you!" I retaliated.
I tried to get the soda off my body with a new paper towel. I wetted it with water and rubbed my arms, stomach and neck.
I rubbed my side quickly with the paper towel, accidentally hitting Harry with my elbow while rubbing vigorously once again. It pushed him to the floor and he stared up at me, confusion in his eyes.
"Woah, what was that for?" He asked, standing up.
"Um, that was an accident." I told him, biting my bottom lip. That was an annoying habit of mine, I hated it.
Harry smirked. "It's okay." He told me.
"What's with the face?" I asked him, confusion in my eyes instead.
"I don't know if you realize this, but.." He told me, laughing slightly. "You've got no shirt on."
I looked down and put my hands over his eyes as fast as I could. I'm sure my face was bright red as he burst out into laughter. "You should've seen your face..." He said inbetween fits of laughter.
"Ha, ha," I replied very sarcastically. "Just turn around and shut up, okay?"
I turned him round to face the wall again and replaced my hands with his own. I stepped forward as I pulled the jumper on, careful not to hurt him this time.
"Alright, now you can look." I informed him. The hoodie he had lent me was quite baggy, considering I was at least five inches shorter than him.
"Not bad." He winked at me, studying how I looked.
"Don't lie, Styles." I rolled my eyes.
"No, I like how you look in my clothes." He told me, wiggling his eyebrows.
"You cheeky bugger.." I laughed, playfully smacking his arm.
"You think I'm cheeky when you're the one wearing Victoria's Secret bras." He shot back, laughing his head off.
My cheeks went pink. "Enough of that, let's go." I pushed the door open and motioned for him to come out.
His eyes were shut and he was laughing so hard that he had to lean down.
"Come on!" I whined, grabbing his hand and pulling him out.
I almost had to drag him up the stairs, we were both laughing by then.
"What's going on here?" I heard from above us. At the top of the stairs, Niall stood watching us. Well, mostly watching Harry's and my interlocked hands.
I quickly tore mine away and adjusted the jumper I was wearing. Oh, shit, it's Harry's jumper! I couldn't imagine what Niall thought of me now.
"Uh, hi Niall." I smiled shyly, hoping he wouldn't think anything of it. I convinced myself that I didn't, either.