Still the One

Charlotte's POV:

"Styles,next to Charlotte Stanley." I heard my art teacher say. What was he doing here? He doesn't take art? This was the only lesson I had where I could get away from 'The Populars' and now the leader was here, sat next to me. Oh the joy.

"I thought art was for nerds and emos." I said to Harry raising my eyebrows, that's all he and his friends ever say about anyone who takes art.

"Well, I wanted to make a change" Harry said taking out his planner out of his Ramones bag. I have to admit that I do like his bag, but only because its The Ramones - one of my all time favourite bands.

"Whatever." I said turning my back to him. I decided to go get some black ink and a thin paintbrush, so I could create a bigger, more detailed drawing of a woman looking out onto a lake, in a wood. I took a thin paintbrush from the front of the classroom, and I got some black ink from the box in the art supplies cupboard. As I walked back to my seat, I could see Harry sat staring at his blank page.

"Struggling for ideas?" I said to Harry as I took my pencil out of my pencil case, and began to lightly sketch the lake seen into my book.

"Yeah, I don't know what to paint!" Harry said, still staring at his book.

"I thought 'The Popular' gang had everything sorted, knew everything, and never got stuck at anything." I said sarcastically to Harry as I took my paintbrush, dipped it in the black ink and began painting.

"Ugh, don't remind me of that lot!" Harry said a serious tone in his voice. I was slightly confused at what he'd just said. I thought all 'the populars' were best friends, and never got mad at one another. I thought that Harry was in love with them all really, he's always being followed around by everyone. I thought he loved all the attention.

"Trouble in paradise?" I asked him as I continued painting my picture, I'd almost finished painting the woman in the picture. I had painted a side-on view of her looking out onto the lake. It was quite an emotional picture, it represented a lot of my feelings. That's one of the reasons I love art; it gives me a way to express my emotion through what I paint.

"What's it to you, now stop talking to me, you're just a nerd." Harry replied sternly. I have to admit I was kinda surprised by what he'd just said - had I said something to upset him? I thought we were getting along okay as well, but obviously things had to come back to reality. 'Mr. Popular' couldn't be seen talking to a nerd like me. I was beginning to kind of like him, as a friend, as well. But no, that's the problem with 'the Populars', they think they are royalty, that if anyone who could be classed as a nerd, unpopular, emo is seen near them it is automatically social suicide. I swear he thinks he's a celebrity sometimes, thinking everyone is in love with him, well no they're not! I decided to go and talk to Sophie for a bit as I hadn't spoken to her for a while.

"Heyya Soph!" I said walking over to my best friend. She popped her head up as she heard me call her. Her long blonde hair shone in the light as she looked over to me, her rich brown eyes glimmering in the light as she watched me walk over. She put down her paintbrush, and began talking.

"How are ya?" She asked to me as I grabbed a stool and pulled it up next to her.

"Alright, not too fond of my new seat though." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Really? Seemed like you two were getting along alright, considering he's 'Mr. Popular' and all!" She said raising her eyebrows, she had a smirk right across her face, she suspected something was up I assume.

"The truth is nothing happened; he's too full of himself to talk to anyone else!" I said moving a strand of my long brown hair out of my face. Nothing was ever going to happen, and I don't want anything to happen. He's too in love with himself to even talk to me. I've got more important things to do with my life than talk to Mr Popular.
"Yeah of course, anyway do you wanna come round to mine tonight? I'm doing nothing, and I need somebody to keep me company, my brothers away on a school trip so I've got nobody to torment, care to join me?" She asked putting on her best fake posh accent. I couldn't help but laugh; her accent was completely terrible.

"Wish I could, but I can't - me and Harry have to do a history project together. Not good at all. I know I'll end up doing all the work whilst he's texting 'the populars' probably arranging a party or something stupid like that. He's not got time to be hanging around with an unsociable nerd, has he? 'Mr. Popular' has to be with the 'Popular gang'!"I said, the only problem was that I didn't realise the whole class had gone completely quiet whilst I'd said that, enabling everyone to hear my miniature rant about Harry. My face turned bright red with embarrassment. I could tell everyone was staring at me, other than Sophie that is. She was laughing her head off, she tried to cover it up, but I could tell she was finding the situation utterly hilarious!

"Ummm, yeah, so that was a section of the story that I read last night." I said, attempting to cover up what I had just said. I couldn't bare to turn around; I was too worried to see if Harry was looking, probably planning to get all of his friends on me. I nudged Sophie, and whispered to her to see if Harry was looking our way.

"No, he's not, it looks like he's sketching something, I'm sure he's fine! I'm not sure he even heard what you said, you might wanna go find out though." Sophie said nudging me. She was right. I had to go find out if he heard what I'd said...

Notes

Chapter three! xxxxxxxxxxxx