Stole My Heart

Krista Transfers from America to England for her senior year in high school (I know pretty lame parents) and then she was supposed to come back home. But, what if she were to meet a boy who would steal her heart and she ditches going home to stay with him?

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2. How we met

                             2 YEARS AGO

I walked into Tong High School. I was the new girl, AGAIN. This was the forth time. My parents ship me off to different countries for two years for school. I was was in Australia for 6th and 7th grade, Canada for 8th and 9th, and Spain for 10th and 11th grade. Now, England for 12th. My parents want me to get a taste of different places to determine where I might go to college. So far, I like Australia the best. Spain only speaks Spanish, and Canada is where Justin Bieber is from. But why can't I just stay in America? Anyway, right when I walk through the doors, I knew this was going to be a long year. And, I could already make out the different groups of students. The rebels, there were three boys jumping from the top of the stairs with skateboards and when they hit the ground the did flips with the board dipping in the nose.Then there were the Honors. They were the kids with all the text books, calculators, and one of them kept on shouting out math problems,

"2x+8x+-12(124)-(-45x)!" And then the girl behind would shout out the answer in less than 5 seconds. I am definitely sitting near them in math seeing how I suck at it. Oh! and then there are the "popular" girls. The ones with the fancy "Jennifer Lopez" brand shoes and shirts, and "Hollister" jeans. The ones with all the "Vera Bradley" hand bags and their lockers all decorated in pink and the five of them hanging around which looks like the most popular girl (with long blonde hair which has beachy waves in it. And she had on bright pink lip gloss with WAY too much mascara it made her look like a clown. And a whit frilly shirt with the Hollister logo on the bottom. The little bird. She also had on Hollister jeans and black gladiators.) at her locker applying on even more lip gloss then she needs. I managed to walk pass all the drama and get upstairs to my locker. I came here with my parents two weeks ago to get my combination and my class schedule. Right when I passed the popular girls the stupid blonde girl said,

"Hey look it's the new girl. Doesn't she no what the word clothes means?" All bitchy like. I wasn't going to let anyone push me around so I just went,

"Um. excuse me but do YOU know what the word clothes mean? These happen to be new where as I noticed that the pathetic shirt you are wearing is from Hollister's summer catalog from 2008 when it is um, oh yeah...2010! And, you can hide the logo all you want but those gladiators came from the children's section at Kohls. I noticed the owl picture on the side. What do you have to say to that, bitch?" Everyone and I mean everyone, was staring at me and the dumb blonde haired girl looked at me with her nose scrunched up and her eyes daggered at me.

"Oh no. You did NOT just say that!" She screamed in my face.

"I believe I just did." I started to walk away but I turned around and said,

"Oh, and nice size 10 jeans." I said all sarcastically. That girl gasped and kept telling everyone there were just baggy so she could try to keep her dignity. Since I was kinda known as the brave girl now, I just skipped to my locker. It was number 108. My combination was kinda tricky but I managed to get it open. It was, 12-32-9. Right when I got my locker open, the bell rang and the halls were flooded with people. I was trying to get my supplies I needed for math in Ms. Reese's class, but everybody was bumping into me and I almost fell into my locker. I finally managed to get my things and the halls got a little less crowded. I quickly turned around not looking and fell into a boy. 

"Urf!" I said as he hit me. All my stuff was scattered around and people were practically stepping on it. I got knocked over because I was the weaker one. I wasn't really looking at him but he gave me his hand and lifted me up. As we were picking up my stuff he said,

"So sorry love. I didn't mean to knock you over. I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." He handed me my stuff and I started to talk.

"No, It wasn't...." I looked at him and melted. His eyes were beautiful. They were a dark brown and his eyelashes were thick and amazing.

"What was that love?" He asked.

"Oh!" I said when I quickly snapped out of it.

"I was going to say that it wasn't your fault. I just didn't observe what was in my path, sorry. It's just I am not used to this many people. Usually my schools are small."

"So you are new too?" He asked in his to die for British accent.

"Too?" I asked.

"Oh Niall here is new." He pointed to a blonde haired boy right next to him. He never even said a word.

"He just moved here from Ireland two days ago." He continued. Niall waved at me and I waved back.

"So, I was just giving Niall a tour of the school. Do you want to join. You don't have, I was just wondering if you'd like to."

"Oh, sure." I said even though I knew everywhere in the school. Cause this boy is HOT. We already went to the Gym and the cafeteria. We just got in the auditorium when the guy said,

"I'm Zayn by the way."

"Oh. I'm Krista. Nice to meet you Zayn. You too Niall." I said.

"Nice to meet you too Krista." Zayn said with a smile.

"You know I have always wanted to be an actor and a singer." Zayn said as we sat down on the auditorium seats while Niall looked around. 

"Oh really? So do I sort of." I replied.

"What do you mean sort of?" Zayn asked.

"Well, if I were good I would want it more because I might get somewhere in life with it." I said sounding embarrassed.

"I bet you sound good." Zayn said trying to be nice.

"Well I DON'T." I said sounding like a 5 year old.

"Well can you sing for me."

"Yeah, NO!" I said because I was not going to embarrass myself in front of a guy I want to like me.

"If I sing for you, will you sing for me?" He asked

"Maybe." I said. So he started singing.

    " Her eyes, her eyes, make the star look like they're not shining.                                                            Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying

                 She's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday.

      When I see you face, there's not a thing that I would change

            Cause you're amazing, just the way you are

      And when you smile, the whole world stops and stare for awhile.

                     Cause you're amazing, just the way you are!"

"Wow! You have and AMAZING voice. No, you have and amaZAYN voice. Like what I did there?" I said happily.

"Yeah I do. Thanks. Now your turn."

"Uh....?" I said trying to get out of it.

"Go on. I's okay, I won't be mean."

"So you are saying I will be bad?"

"Ye-No! Just sing please." He said with a puppy dog face.

"Fine!" I said and started to sing,

                                            "You're Hot then you're cold

                                              you're yes then you're no

                                             you're in then you're out

                                            you're up then you're down

                                          You're wrong when it's right

                                             It's black and it's white

                                              we fight, we break up

                                               we kiss, we make up!"

"Oh my..." Zayn started.

"Don't." I said

"I've already been humiliated too many times in my life." I said.

"No. I was going to say, you are REALLY good."

"No I'm not." I said while I smiled and blushed and put a strand of my hair behind my ear and looked away. Zayn took my chin and turned my head.

"Don't listen to people who try to be mean. Believe in yourself. I believe in you." Zayn said very encouraging. He looked like he was going to kiss me but the bell ran and people started to come into the auditorium.

 

 

 

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