Just You and Me
Rude
-Isabelle's POV-
I wake up half an hour before my alarm. I don't mind getting up early, I actually enjoy it. It lets me have a fresh start to my day. If I sleep in, I feel like I'm wasting time when I could accomplish something.
I yawn, and remember what day it is, instantly dreading going to school. I get out of bed, my feet making contact with the cold, hardwood floor that covers my bedroom.
I decide to start getting ready a little earlier than usual, hoping to get to school early enough to find my classes.
I head downstairs, still dress in my pajamas, which consisted of my little plaid shorts and a peach coloured tank top. I find a note left on the counter from my mother, saying she left for work already. At least I have the house to myself.
Once I finish toasting my bagel and making a smoothie, I eat quickly and run upstairs to shower. I put my iPod on my dock and turn up the volume, singing as I comb through my hair. I love music. It's amazing to me how people can create such a beautiful emotion through the melody. I love to sing, and I've been told I'm not too bad at it, but I'm a little shy as per usual.
I walk into my closet, overwhelmed by the amount of clothes hanging up, but still have a hard time picking an outfit. A dress is too formal, it's too hot for jeans, but I don't want to seem lazy in leggins and a hoodie. Eventually, I settle on shorts and a tank top, and I look in the mirror, admiring my outfit.
I check the time, realizing it's already time to go. I quickly brush my teeth, grab my bag and run out the door. It's only a 15 minute walk, but I know it will take me a while to get all my classes sorted out, so I walk as fast as I can without breaking a sweat.
I arrive at the school at 8.15, and walk straight towards the office building to get my class schedule.
I look it over, only to find that I have English first block. Great. I don't mind english class, but my teacher from last year was absolutely horrible, so my liking for the class has gone down a bit. I hope I don't get any bad teachers here.
Since I don't have time to find my locker, I focus on finding room 233.
Eventually, after many circles around the school, I find my class. I walk up to the teacher, a young man who seems decently nice, and introduce myself. "Hi, my name is Isabelle White. I'm new here," I say.
"Oh of course! I heard you would be coming. I'm Mr. Evans. Please take a seat wherever you like," he replies.
I turn around to go find a seat, but the only one available was right at the front. Oh well, I guess I'll have to pay attention.
As I'm sitting down, a pair of light green orbs staring at my catches my attention. There he was, sitting three rows back. He smirks at me then continues on his conversation with his friend. Harry was dressed in a pair of black jeans that were tight but not too tight, and a v-neck t-shirt that showed off a hint of a tattoo peeking out of the top.
I turn back to face the front, and the girl next to me asks me a question. "Do you know Harry Styles? He's been staring at you since you walked in," she asks.
"Not really," I say. "I just met him yesterday."
"I'd be careful around him," she warns. "He's one of my good friends, but I have to admit his reputation isn't the best."
I blush and focus on a spot on my desk.
"My name's Eleanor by the way," she says.
"I'm Isabelle," I reply back with a smile.
"Are you new to Lakewood?"
"Yeah, I just moved here."
We're interrupted by the bell, and Mr. Evans starts to speak. "Good morning class. We have a new student joining us today, Isabelle White. Please make her feel welcome."
Oh god, did he really just do that? I slowly start to sink down into my seat, the eyes of everyone in the class on me. Eleanor smiles at me, and I weakly smile in return.
"We're going to continue our debate on To Kill A Mockingbird, I'll come around and you can pick your partners. Isabelle, you'll be paired up as well, and you can contribute as much as you can," Mr. Evans continues.
He goes around the room, getting people to start picking their partner's name from a hat.
Then, I hear a voice call my name. "Isabelle White."
I turn around to see Harry smirking back at me.
"Good luck," Eleanor says as I walk over to the now empty desk beside him.
"Nice to see you again, Isabelle," he says. "I have to admit, I liked you better topless." His amused eyes look back up at mine before they glance down at my chest.
I pull my sweater over my shoulders and zip it all the way up. I sit down, pretending not to be offended by his rude remark, and start looking over the worksheet the teacher gave us. I've read this novel a million times, so these questions seem easy to me.
"Oh come on, love, you don't actually think we have to do those, right?" he says. Great, so now I have a partner who won't work.
"I need a good mark in this class, Harry," I say.
He rolls his eyes and starts playing with his pencil.
Soon, Mr. Evans comes around to check on us. "Be nice," he says as he glares at Harry. "Make her feel welcome."
"I already have, haven't I, Isabelle?" he smoothly replies.
"Yes," I say back, hoping to avoid any conflict with the teacher.
This is going to be a long class.
Finally, lunch comes around, and I've found my locker. I head into the cafeteria, unsure of where to sit, scanning for any recognizable face. I haven't seen Noah around all day. Maybe he's sick?
Thankfull I hear Eleanor calling me over to her table. "Isabelle! Come sit with us," she calls.
I smile and walk over, and she introduces me to everyone: Perrie, Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall, Sophia, and of course, Harry. I take a seat between Eleanor and Niall, who seems like the nicest of the boys.
They try to conceal it, but I can still hear Zayn whisper to Harry, "Is that the shirtless girl from the beach, Haz?"
Harry just smirks and takes a sip of his chocoalte milk.
He told his friends about what happened? Something inside me sinks and I try and hide my disapointment.
"So, Isabelle, how're you liking California?" Liam asks, which earns him a glare from Harry. What was that about?
I decide to ignore it and reply to Liam. "It's really nice here," I say with a smile.
The regular chatter continues, and I get asked a few questions from my old home, as I ignore Harry.
Then, as I'm getting up to go grab some fries, Harry sticks his foot out and I trip, almost falling on my face. "A little clumsy today, are we?" he taunts.
"Asshole," I mutter under my breath.
As I'm walking away, Eleanor comes after me. "Don't worry about Harry, he's an asshole.. Pretty much all the time. Trust me, you'll get used to it," she says.
"Thanks," I reply. At least she has my back. I'm really starting to like her.
The rest of the school day passes by, and I'm getting my homework from my locker when Noah comes up to me.
"Hey, Isabelle!" he says.
"Hi Noah! Where have you been all day? I didn't see you."
"I had a doctors appointment in the morning. Anyways, I just wanted to talk to you for a second."
"Sure, what's up?" I say.
"Well.. Remember yesterday how I said there's a few people you might want to avoid here?" He says cautiously. I nod and wait for him to continue. "Well, that guy you were sitting with at lunch? Harry? And all of his friends? Let me just say this nicely, but I don't think you want to be around them."
This takes me a little by surprise. They seemed pretty nice to me at lunch, especially Eleanor. I mean, Harry is one thing, but the rest of them seemed decent.
"Thanks for letting me know," I say. He can't exactly dictate who I hang out with, he's not my father. But I do appreciate him looking out for me. "Anyways, I gotta go. See you tomorrow!" I say as I walk away.
I'm trying to find my way out of the school when I see Harry, making out with another girl!? They haven't noticed me yet, so I scurry away before the tears blur my eyes. Didn't our moment yesterday mean anything to him?
I think about it on the way home, and decide I'm going to listen to Noah. I don't need Harry, he's clearly not worth it.
I wake up half an hour before my alarm. I don't mind getting up early, I actually enjoy it. It lets me have a fresh start to my day. If I sleep in, I feel like I'm wasting time when I could accomplish something.
I yawn, and remember what day it is, instantly dreading going to school. I get out of bed, my feet making contact with the cold, hardwood floor that covers my bedroom.
I decide to start getting ready a little earlier than usual, hoping to get to school early enough to find my classes.
I head downstairs, still dress in my pajamas, which consisted of my little plaid shorts and a peach coloured tank top. I find a note left on the counter from my mother, saying she left for work already. At least I have the house to myself.
Once I finish toasting my bagel and making a smoothie, I eat quickly and run upstairs to shower. I put my iPod on my dock and turn up the volume, singing as I comb through my hair. I love music. It's amazing to me how people can create such a beautiful emotion through the melody. I love to sing, and I've been told I'm not too bad at it, but I'm a little shy as per usual.
I walk into my closet, overwhelmed by the amount of clothes hanging up, but still have a hard time picking an outfit. A dress is too formal, it's too hot for jeans, but I don't want to seem lazy in leggins and a hoodie. Eventually, I settle on shorts and a tank top, and I look in the mirror, admiring my outfit.
I check the time, realizing it's already time to go. I quickly brush my teeth, grab my bag and run out the door. It's only a 15 minute walk, but I know it will take me a while to get all my classes sorted out, so I walk as fast as I can without breaking a sweat.
I arrive at the school at 8.15, and walk straight towards the office building to get my class schedule.
I look it over, only to find that I have English first block. Great. I don't mind english class, but my teacher from last year was absolutely horrible, so my liking for the class has gone down a bit. I hope I don't get any bad teachers here.
Since I don't have time to find my locker, I focus on finding room 233.
Eventually, after many circles around the school, I find my class. I walk up to the teacher, a young man who seems decently nice, and introduce myself. "Hi, my name is Isabelle White. I'm new here," I say.
"Oh of course! I heard you would be coming. I'm Mr. Evans. Please take a seat wherever you like," he replies.
I turn around to go find a seat, but the only one available was right at the front. Oh well, I guess I'll have to pay attention.
As I'm sitting down, a pair of light green orbs staring at my catches my attention. There he was, sitting three rows back. He smirks at me then continues on his conversation with his friend. Harry was dressed in a pair of black jeans that were tight but not too tight, and a v-neck t-shirt that showed off a hint of a tattoo peeking out of the top.
I turn back to face the front, and the girl next to me asks me a question. "Do you know Harry Styles? He's been staring at you since you walked in," she asks.
"Not really," I say. "I just met him yesterday."
"I'd be careful around him," she warns. "He's one of my good friends, but I have to admit his reputation isn't the best."
I blush and focus on a spot on my desk.
"My name's Eleanor by the way," she says.
"I'm Isabelle," I reply back with a smile.
"Are you new to Lakewood?"
"Yeah, I just moved here."
We're interrupted by the bell, and Mr. Evans starts to speak. "Good morning class. We have a new student joining us today, Isabelle White. Please make her feel welcome."
Oh god, did he really just do that? I slowly start to sink down into my seat, the eyes of everyone in the class on me. Eleanor smiles at me, and I weakly smile in return.
"We're going to continue our debate on To Kill A Mockingbird, I'll come around and you can pick your partners. Isabelle, you'll be paired up as well, and you can contribute as much as you can," Mr. Evans continues.
He goes around the room, getting people to start picking their partner's name from a hat.
Then, I hear a voice call my name. "Isabelle White."
I turn around to see Harry smirking back at me.
"Good luck," Eleanor says as I walk over to the now empty desk beside him.
"Nice to see you again, Isabelle," he says. "I have to admit, I liked you better topless." His amused eyes look back up at mine before they glance down at my chest.
I pull my sweater over my shoulders and zip it all the way up. I sit down, pretending not to be offended by his rude remark, and start looking over the worksheet the teacher gave us. I've read this novel a million times, so these questions seem easy to me.
"Oh come on, love, you don't actually think we have to do those, right?" he says. Great, so now I have a partner who won't work.
"I need a good mark in this class, Harry," I say.
He rolls his eyes and starts playing with his pencil.
Soon, Mr. Evans comes around to check on us. "Be nice," he says as he glares at Harry. "Make her feel welcome."
"I already have, haven't I, Isabelle?" he smoothly replies.
"Yes," I say back, hoping to avoid any conflict with the teacher.
This is going to be a long class.
Finally, lunch comes around, and I've found my locker. I head into the cafeteria, unsure of where to sit, scanning for any recognizable face. I haven't seen Noah around all day. Maybe he's sick?
Thankfull I hear Eleanor calling me over to her table. "Isabelle! Come sit with us," she calls.
I smile and walk over, and she introduces me to everyone: Perrie, Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall, Sophia, and of course, Harry. I take a seat between Eleanor and Niall, who seems like the nicest of the boys.
They try to conceal it, but I can still hear Zayn whisper to Harry, "Is that the shirtless girl from the beach, Haz?"
Harry just smirks and takes a sip of his chocoalte milk.
He told his friends about what happened? Something inside me sinks and I try and hide my disapointment.
"So, Isabelle, how're you liking California?" Liam asks, which earns him a glare from Harry. What was that about?
I decide to ignore it and reply to Liam. "It's really nice here," I say with a smile.
The regular chatter continues, and I get asked a few questions from my old home, as I ignore Harry.
Then, as I'm getting up to go grab some fries, Harry sticks his foot out and I trip, almost falling on my face. "A little clumsy today, are we?" he taunts.
"Asshole," I mutter under my breath.
As I'm walking away, Eleanor comes after me. "Don't worry about Harry, he's an asshole.. Pretty much all the time. Trust me, you'll get used to it," she says.
"Thanks," I reply. At least she has my back. I'm really starting to like her.
The rest of the school day passes by, and I'm getting my homework from my locker when Noah comes up to me.
"Hey, Isabelle!" he says.
"Hi Noah! Where have you been all day? I didn't see you."
"I had a doctors appointment in the morning. Anyways, I just wanted to talk to you for a second."
"Sure, what's up?" I say.
"Well.. Remember yesterday how I said there's a few people you might want to avoid here?" He says cautiously. I nod and wait for him to continue. "Well, that guy you were sitting with at lunch? Harry? And all of his friends? Let me just say this nicely, but I don't think you want to be around them."
This takes me a little by surprise. They seemed pretty nice to me at lunch, especially Eleanor. I mean, Harry is one thing, but the rest of them seemed decent.
"Thanks for letting me know," I say. He can't exactly dictate who I hang out with, he's not my father. But I do appreciate him looking out for me. "Anyways, I gotta go. See you tomorrow!" I say as I walk away.
I'm trying to find my way out of the school when I see Harry, making out with another girl!? They haven't noticed me yet, so I scurry away before the tears blur my eyes. Didn't our moment yesterday mean anything to him?
I think about it on the way home, and decide I'm going to listen to Noah. I don't need Harry, he's clearly not worth it.
Notes
Hello everyone! I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I've decided to make every chapter title the name of a song! Then at the end, i give you a list of all of the authors. :)
anyways, I hope you enjoyed this last chapter! I'm on spring break right now, so I'll hopefully be getting a few updates a day with all my free time.
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Oh I miss this story so much!
2/22/16