Harrys POV

I start my walk from home, first day of being a sophomore sucked ass! No nerds to mess with, no preppy girl to seduce and destroy their reputation, and my gang practically bailed over the summer! Dylan flew to America, Jessie went to sweden and Jake went to Finland to perfect his goal in life about...well who cares?! And to make matters worse, my bloody senior sister Gemma decides to join me on the walk home.

'I can give you a ride ya know...' she claims sarcastically.

'Fuck you and fuck off' I say, shoving her out my way.

She giggled. 'Ooooh someone had a bad day, Brad can drive us home...' she offered again.

'Fuck you, your boyfriend, and fuck the fuck off okay?!' I said walking faster.

'Harold!' Gemma screeched as she ran to catch up with me, I spotted Mr. Benette, cleaning up his place. I never knew why but Gemma always seemed excited about it, saying -she's actually coming!- was "she" his wife or girlfriend or what?!

'Gemma, why is Mr. Benette cleaning up his house? Is he expecting his wife or girlfriend?'

she laughed as we walked onto the porch to our flat. 'No, you idiot. He's-' she didn't finish her sentence because we walked into te living room to be grabbed by my Mum and dragged to my room by the hem of my shirt. 'What? Mum’ I groaned, trailing behind her up the stairs.

'She sits me on my bed, as she walks away she says,'You're going to stay away from the new girl that’s moving in, I don't want trouble and I don't want you to get blamed for it...I'm telling you Harry, stay. Away. From. Her.' and with that she walked downstairs.

New girl? who is this new girl she’s talking about? I heave a sigh and stand up, stripping from my shirt and sitting on the windowsill couch, staring outside the window and looking over to Mr. Benette’s house.

After a few minutes of staring, a car pulls up, I stare intently at the young girl who appears out of the vehicle. Clutching to a book and her ipod for dear life, she was pretty, I’m not going to lie, a woman appeared out of the drivers side door next, flailing her arms about at the girl who stood there looking so lost and confused. Mr. Benette walked outside and greeted the lady with a firm handshake as the mysterious -yet pretty- girl unpacked bags from the car.

Something clicked in my head, a smirk appearing on my face.

I sprint downstairs, searching for Mum to find her sitting on the couch with Gemma beside her, she notices me and turns her head and raises an eyebrow.

‘The new girl is Mr. Benette’s daughter?’ I asked, a little puffed from jumping down the stairs.

‘Yes, and keep your hands off her, or Mr. Benette with shove a fork down your throat’

I nodded, turning and walking into the kitchen. A big ass smirk swept across my face and I chuckled.

Mr. Benette, you’re gonna hate me for this.

Notes

Sorry it's short, I'm kinda in the mood to read rather than write at the moment :P Anywho, vote, comment...something...I need feed back