Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*

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1. Meet Up

I walked up to the school building, ready to take in this new life I was about to start.  My mother had just died, so it was trusted that my aunt would be the one that would make sure I had a good education. And, of course, her being a poet laureate and all at the university nearby, she basically guaranteed my acceptance here. Not that it was really my decision as to whether or not I came here; this was pretty much prearranged.  


I stepped into the cool school (which was a bit cooler than what I expected. Note to self: bring a jacket) and slowly gazed around at the beautiful structures around me. Statues stood ten feet tall, with extravagant and elaborate portraits of various figureheads. Someone poked me on the shoulder, startling me. I turned around to find a tall boy, roughly my age, standing before me. 


“Uh…” I started, but he stopped me.


“You must be Cassidy Maycomb,” he said, reading from a piece of paper. “Enrolling new here, today. Who’s aunt also happens to be the poet laureate at the uni downtown,” He folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. He extended a hand. “Hi, I’m Harry Styles, and the head dean has assigned me to be your mentor slash tour guide until you get settled here,” He gave me that look that most boys gave when they were clearly interested in someone. “So, is it alright if I hang around you a bit, maybe show you around?”


I smiled at him, knowing he really didn’t want to be around me. He was way too beautiful to be hanging around with the new girl. But, nonetheless, I accepted his offer with grace.  “I’d like that,” I agreed, nodding my head. “Now, we should probably be off. I wouldn’t want to be late for my class,”
I turned to walk in the direction of my first class, when I felt a firm grasp hold tight around my upper arm. A little dazed as to what just happened, I turned to face him.


He laughed. “As your tour guide, I actually have to SHOW you around, don’t I Cassidy?”
I nodded my head, not being able to formulate proper words. He loosened his grip on my arm, holding an arm out for me to grab. I took it graciously, grateful that he had let go. Boy did he have a strong grip.


Harry led me out into the courtyard, and he started to explain every detail of the campus, from the meanings behind the carvings to each step taken on the cobblestone sidewalk. I looked around in pure awe of everything, trying to take it all in. It was marvelous, how everything seemed to fit into place. 
Suddenly there were shouts and calls from a group of boys, interrupting my thoughts. Why were they—were they wolf-howling at me? Disgusting!


“Hey, hey! Look at Harry Styles!” the front man stated loudly. As if on cue the whole courtyard turned to face us. My cheeks started to burn.


The boys started to laugh. They shoved each other around jokingly, like what they said was absolutely hilarious. I turned to Harry.


“Harry, who are they?” I asked, a little terrified at the answer I was hoping for.


“Just don’t worry about it,” he said, setting a hand on my back and turning me around, to walk in the other direction. Those boys called him out again.


“Hey, Harry!” one of the others said. “Gonna get some human ass tonight?”


“Shut the fuck up, Mark!” he shouted in anger, turning around. “Just shut up,”


He turned back to me and motioned for me to move. “Let’s go. You don’t need to be caught with them,”


I nodded, quickly following him out. Something that Mark kid said struck odd to me.


“Harry, what did he mean when he asked if you were gonna get human ass?” I asked innocently.


He turned to face me. He brought me aside, pulling me close. “Dammit, Cassidy, could you be anymore clueless?”


I gave him a puzzled look. “What makes you say that?”


Suddenly cool lips grazed my neck, but never fully making contact. “Let’s just say you’re in the wrong place,” he whispered against my neck.


I had to suppress the moan building up in me. “Am I?” I asked, voice a little hoarse.


“Yes,” he whispered into my ear. “And you’re never going to make it out,”


He left a soft kiss on my cheek, completely unexpected of a first day knowing each other. I stepped away, feeling completely confused as to what just happened.


“How am I never going to make it out?”


“Let’s just say you turning scarlett is enticing.” 


He smirked and back up, leaning back against the wall. So this was what it was? A game?


I squinted my eyes at him. “Well, aren’t you going to show me onto the rest of the tour?”


He shook his curls, letting them fall over his eyes. “I think I’ll let you explore for a while. I’ll come find you when I need you,”


I nodded. “But how will you find me?”


He smiled, his green eyes shining. “I’ll know, trust me,”

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