After lunch, I walked to my last class of the day.
Biology.
I looked down at the paper I had in my bag to make sure I had the room number right, of course, I didn't.

"Hi!" A chirpy voice said.
I looked up to see a girl with short, black hair styled into a bob. Her eyes were a light grey, and her features were sharp. Her body was tall and petite.
"I'm Lydia" She said, sticking her hand out to shake mine.
I shook it and nodded.
"Onyx"
Her eyes lit up.
"Ooh, isn't that a stone of some sort?!"
I shrugged.
" I think it is, but I'n not really sure" Lydia nodded. "What's your next class?"
"Biology"
Lydia smiled, and clapped excitedly. "Me too!"

Lydia showed me to class, which, thankfully I wasn't late for.
"What you'll need to know" Lydia startes off, "Is, Mr. Mason must always have respect! Don't even try to prove him wrong in any way, and always just follow his rules"
" Okau, well I understand the respect thing, but I will not be lead by him like sheep! I am a person with my own ways and ideas!"
I objected.
Lydia's face went stern. "Please, just take my advice"
I sighed and nodded, opening the door to Mr. Mason's class.


Mr. Mason stood perfectly straight, his bow-tie perfect, his expression serious and stern, and not a single hair out of place.
Wow, Lydia was serious.
He looked at me, and nodded like he knew who I was.
"Onyx Carter, welcome" His voice hardly had any emotiom in it, and was boring

I nodded, "That's me"
"Obvisously" He snapped. I was about to object when I look at Lydia who was warning me by her expression, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Go sit by Mr.Styles.Last desk, first row"
I froze.
I had to sit next to Harry?
Then I smiled.... I could investigate.
I walked to the desk, and cautisously sat in the chair. Harry was obvisously tense by his aura. I suddenly felt very akward.

"So, you're new?" A deep, yet still silky voice asked. I looked up, amd to my surprise, Harry asked.
"Yeah, I'm from America"
"I could tell from your accent" I smiled
"No, you have the accent" I felt the akward tension loosen up by Harry's playful smirk
"Sorry, miss, but you're on my territory now. You have the accent!" I let out a small laugh.
"I'll let you win, this time" My words made his smile even bigger, and his eyes lit up in a playful way.
"Is that a challenge?"He asked.
I smirked, "Might be"

"Alright class, enough chatter!" Mr.Mason said, while raising his arms up. I looked through my bag to look for my pencil, when I remembered I left it in my last class before lucnh.
"Damn" I muttered under my breath.
I heard a clink noise, and I noticed Harry sat one in front of me, his hand still on it. I reached to get it, and my hand accidently touched Harry's.
I pulled back immidiatly from the icy coldness.
"U-uh, sorry, and -t-thanks" I stuttered, and pulled out a piece of notebook paper,
I quickly wrote my name, and turned my head slightly to get a glimpse of Harry.
His fist were clenched, and his jaw was tight, along with his eyebrows furrowed, angrily.
He was writing down with so much force, I was surprised the paper wasn't ripped.
The akward tension was back, and thicker than ever.
Why the fuck did I leave my pencil?!

Notes

I like 1st person better.
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