Hope

Second week of school and I was already tired of it. The enthusiasm felt for seeing our friends after summer holidays and have a routine again had already dry off.

Today I was surprisingly early considering that most of the days I'm late for school.
I still had fifteen minutes until the bell for the first class ranged and I had no idea of what to do with my spare time.

Fortunately, my friends were near the staircase that let to the entrance of our school.
"Good morning Malia!" Hannah said wrapping her arms around me.
"Good morning"
I slightly laughed at her need of human contact this early in the morning.

It looked like just another normal day. You could hear conversations that thousands of students were having, sometimes you could hear girly laughs a bit louder then everything else.
"Who are they?" Mary interrupted me from my thoughts and me and Hannah followed her line of vision to meet a group of four boys standing by a dark green range rover. There were two facing towards us with dark blonde hair that I assumed to be twins considering that they were almost identical. Another one had almost no hair but a fare share of beard. The last guy was with his back to us, he had curly brown hair and he was the tallest of them all. They were all quite intimidating and appeared to look fit beneath their clothes.

"Oh, I know them. They are in my History class"
"Hannah, you didn't told us you had probably the hottest guys in school in your class" Mary was in shock, her flirty side being revealed.
"They're new to this school and probably just trouble. I heard that Harry was in juvy for 6 months"
"Who is Harry?" I was quite intrigued by them if I must say. Different.
"The tall one"

Well from my perspective almost everyone was taller than me but I associated the description to the one with curly hair.

Hannah and Mary continued talking, me the other hand was locked in their figures.
I saw Harry leaning against the rover. He than began to observe every face that got passed him fallowing to the entrance. It was then that his gaze connected with mine. Hannah was right, he did look like trouble. Green eyes. Dark. His jaw was so defined that it looked has it would have been drawn.

Our eyes didn't meet for long. The bell rang and I desperately started walking towards my classroom feeling a bit overwhelmed by the eye contact made with the new boy. Harry.

The next day I was back at being late but today I was excessively late. When I left my house and started walking, almost running, I knew that I wouldn't make it until my second period.
"Fuck" I mumbled under my breath.

I was so distracted thinking what excuse would I use this time that when I heard a honk I jumped and I actually thought that my heart would come out of my chest.
I looked back and I saw a car that looked somehow familiar. And then it hit me. I had seen this car before, last week to be exact. The green range rover. I started walking faster. I didn't want any more trouble than I already would have with senior year. But the person behind the weels wouldn't stop so I did.
"What do you want?" I bluntly half-screamed.
The car was stopped. The door opened and the person driving the car came out of it.
Harry.
"Now, now love, don't be startled. I was only going to ask if you wanted a ride" a smirk splattered of his face.
My first thought was no.
But then, If I take it I could arrive in time to attend my first class and don't receive a lecture later by my mom about responsibility.
I refused anyway and returned to my walking.
"Oh come on beautiful what are you afraid of?" The tone in his voice reflected some king irony.
You.
"I don't know you".
His smirk now turned into a dimpled smile.
"We can change that".
With not much arguments left I suspiciously accepted the ride and entered the vehicle with struggle considering how far it looked from the ground.
Harry found it amusing, of course and slightly laughed at my struggle.
"Want a hand?"
I ignored his teasing question and sat on the leather material putting my seatbelt on.

The drive was short. I hardly said a word but now and then he tried to make a conversation.
"What's your name?"
"Malia"
"A pretty name for a pretty face" he momentarily looked at me, a smirk playing on his face.
I passed my tonge nervously through my bottom lip.
I never thought of me as pretty or even attractive. With my long wavy brown hair and brown eyes there wasn't a lot to be desired.
"I'll call you Lia" a statement rather than a question.
I ignored it thinking to myself that we would probably never speak to each other again.
As soon as we arrived I quickly got out of the car and muttered a "thanks for the ride" before fleeing to class.
His green eyes played with my mind all morning.

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