“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

"Augustus," I said.

"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

As I read these words from one of my most treasured books, The Fault in Our Stars, a tear was shed from the corner of my eye onto the pages of my book.

"Ms. Ross could you tell me what was the name of Italy's fascist dictator during World War 2?"
"Huh" I was broken away from thought which made me look senseless
"What was the name of Italy's fascist dictator during World War 2?" Mr. Bates my history teacher said impatiently while I just sat there with a dumb-found look
"Uh Mussolini?"
"Correct, and next time please listen and look at the board" he said getting back to the lesson

I was about to continue reading my book, even after I was warned not to, when the door in the front opened to a new face. I was awestruck with this guys appearance, but before I made a big fool of myself gawking over him, I looked back down at my book. I didn't continue reading, just fascinated with the bent pages for no odd reason. 'Five more minutes' I said to myself, I can do this.
"Hello I'm Harry Styles how about you" oh just great the only empty seat was by me.

I didn't answer pretending not to hear him, but I could see him staring at me waiting for my answer, out of the corner of my eyes.

"I asked you a question, which is rude to pretent you don't hear me" Harry said with a smirk on his face
"Well I don't have to answer" I said in a shushed tone while straightening out my back in a defensive move

"Aren't we feisty"
"You disgust me"
"Sure I do....

Before he could continue talking the bell rung and I made a bee line out the door. Though when I was out of the door my arm was pulled back and turned towards his face.
"Tell me your name"
"Why"
"Just tell me it"
"I don't have time, I'm going to be late"
"Well your just going to have to miss second period then"
"Are you threatening me" I huffed in disbelief
"Maybe"
"Ok fine, Maggie Ross" I said while he let go of my elbow that I just notice he was holding

I now started to sprint down the halls to my next class so I wasn't late.
"See that wasn't hard" I heard that ignorant boy say

I just wanted to strangle him for his cocky motions. If I'm late I'm going to choke that new Harry kid, literally, but to my luck I was late and being late to this class gets you locked out. I slid down the wall so I was sitting, and cracked my book back open. As I read the heartfelt words of John Green, the door to my AP English class opened up with a furious Mrs. Langle.
"I've told you over and over again Ms. Ross if you were ever late to my class again you would be moved down to my regular class"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Langle but my history teacher keeped me after, it will never happen again" I tried making an excuse
"Ok just go in and sit down"
"Thank you again Mrs. Langle"

I went straight to my seat, with a few awkward glances thrown my way, and tuned into the discussion of Wuthering Heights, my class was having.

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