How We Met and Other Secrets

16-year-old Claire was always a nobody, until a world-famous boy band moves into her school, and it turns out that all five perfect boys have feelings for her! Which one does Claire pick, without hurting the others? Can she find true love with One Direction?


3. Rachel

Let me tell you about Rachel Wright. Her name is perfect, her hair is perfect, her nails, her clothes, what she says, and the way she walks are all perfect. Girls are jealous of her and guys worship her. She has long, always-straightened blonde hair with highlights and bleached teeth so white, they have to be see-through. Her face was cute and her eyes big like a deer's. Never did she ever come to school in just sweatpants, her hair in a bun, no makeup. It was pretty much against the law. Same with her band of girls. They're all just like her but not as perfect. Because she's perfect.
Now here's the thing about Rachel Wright; when Rachel Wrights wants something, Rachel Wright gets what she wants. Obviously she wanted the boy who came to my table at study hall today.
All this logic went through my head during English. I had to find out who this kid was and why Rachel wanted him so badly. I needed revenge on Rachel.
I barely heard a thing during English. As I hurried out of the room on my way to physics, I bumped into someone and dropped all my things. When I looked up, it seemed he had done the same.
The boy had a mass of curly chocolate hair and green-hazel eyes. He seemed to have a permanent smirk and seemed like a flirt. He picked up some of my papers and handed them to me in a disheveled pile.
"Sorry about that, I'm not the tidiest person," he said in a British accent.
"Yeah, that's fine." I said quickly and turned on my heel to hurry towards physics.
"Wait!" I heard the husky British voice say. I turned around. The boy stood in the middle of the hall. "Atleast... Atleast let me walk you to your class." He finally utters.
I blink, and then wait for him to catch up to me.
"Hello," he says once he's caught his breath.
"Hi," I say awkwardly. Not that many people talk to me in school. What was this cute boy doing even looking at me?
"So, I'm really sorry about what happened back there,"
"Oh, no that's fine I was in a rush. It was totally my fault." I was gushing without knowing.
"Ah... Well my name's Harry. Harry Styles. It's great to meet you." The laugh lines in the corners of his eyes wrinkled
"I'm Claire," I said just as I turned into physics. Even with my back turned to him I could recognize the giggle of Rachel Wright stealing him away.
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