You're The One
Chapter One
Charlotte's POV:
Tuesday 7th September 2010
Currently, all of my History class are stood at the front of this torture room, anxiously waiting for the news of who they will be enduring their final year at Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School with. Personally, I can't wait to escape this hell hole (and this uniform) to attend the Central Saint Martins School of Art in London. Only 318 days left...
My heart dropped to the floor when I discovered who my new partner is... Harry Styles. Holmes Chapel's prima boy, who just happens to be one of my many tormentors.
Great.
He'll most likely just spend all lesson flirting with Becky or one of the many other tarts who roam these halls, following any boy in hope to get into their pants. Pitiful. It's actually hilarious watching how fake and pathetic they are, I seriously think I have wet my pants just thinking about it before. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but you get my point.
After I approached my desk, I dumped my bag down, got the required equipment out (as well as my doodle book) and sat down ready to survive this tedious lesson. Harry was already there scribbling something down into a decrepit book, obviously used a lot. I'm sure it's most likely just about the next big party the populars are having that as per usual I will not be invited to. What a shame. Not!
"Hey nerd," Harry's voice startled me, making me look up from my doodle book, "do you have a pen I can borrow?" Obviously, with him being the obnoxious pig he is, he had already took the liberty of taking one without my consent.
"Looks like you'll have to now," I unkindly spat at him, "you know what, just keep it! I don't want it back." I didn't like that pen anyway; it always got ink all over my fingers so I'd rather he has it than me.
I think that was the first time I'd ever directly spoken to Harry, even though we've been in the same classes for four years. I guess he's always just been too busy with all his followers, and there's the fact that me and my best friend Sophie tend to try to avoid them as whenever we get too close to them we always seem to end up with some sort of beverage over us. Last week it was strawberry milkshake, and I must say it wasn't our best look!
Harry, Will, James and Kyle make up the populars who are constantly followed by Becky and her gang of tarts.
"Right class!" Mr Jones started in his mono-tonal voice,"over the next two weeks you will be completing a project on the Tudors for homework. For this task you will work with the person next to you, and there are no exceptions to this - no exchanges!" Great. Mr. Popular and little miss lonely working together, after school, alone, at home. Could this day get any worse?
I hope I haven't just tempted fate by saying that...
Tuesday 7th September 2010
Currently, all of my History class are stood at the front of this torture room, anxiously waiting for the news of who they will be enduring their final year at Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School with. Personally, I can't wait to escape this hell hole (and this uniform) to attend the Central Saint Martins School of Art in London. Only 318 days left...
My heart dropped to the floor when I discovered who my new partner is... Harry Styles. Holmes Chapel's prima boy, who just happens to be one of my many tormentors.
Great.
He'll most likely just spend all lesson flirting with Becky or one of the many other tarts who roam these halls, following any boy in hope to get into their pants. Pitiful. It's actually hilarious watching how fake and pathetic they are, I seriously think I have wet my pants just thinking about it before. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but you get my point.
After I approached my desk, I dumped my bag down, got the required equipment out (as well as my doodle book) and sat down ready to survive this tedious lesson. Harry was already there scribbling something down into a decrepit book, obviously used a lot. I'm sure it's most likely just about the next big party the populars are having that as per usual I will not be invited to. What a shame. Not!
"Hey nerd," Harry's voice startled me, making me look up from my doodle book, "do you have a pen I can borrow?" Obviously, with him being the obnoxious pig he is, he had already took the liberty of taking one without my consent.
"Looks like you'll have to now," I unkindly spat at him, "you know what, just keep it! I don't want it back." I didn't like that pen anyway; it always got ink all over my fingers so I'd rather he has it than me.
I think that was the first time I'd ever directly spoken to Harry, even though we've been in the same classes for four years. I guess he's always just been too busy with all his followers, and there's the fact that me and my best friend Sophie tend to try to avoid them as whenever we get too close to them we always seem to end up with some sort of beverage over us. Last week it was strawberry milkshake, and I must say it wasn't our best look!
Harry, Will, James and Kyle make up the populars who are constantly followed by Becky and her gang of tarts.
"Right class!" Mr Jones started in his mono-tonal voice,"over the next two weeks you will be completing a project on the Tudors for homework. For this task you will work with the person next to you, and there are no exceptions to this - no exchanges!" Great. Mr. Popular and little miss lonely working together, after school, alone, at home. Could this day get any worse?
I hope I haven't just tempted fate by saying that...
Notes
Hey guys! So here it is, the first chapter of the re-write. I know it's pretty similar to the original version, but the forth-coming chapters will be A LOT different so please just hang in there!
And if there are any new readers out there I would like to take this time to say HI!! xxxxxxxxx
@Simply Amy
Thank you! I'll try to update again tonight and hopefully tomorrow :) xxxxx
6/24/14