7. Chapter 6
When we walked through the school doors, Peyton ran off somewhere. I walked into my history class and saw that Liam guy sitting next to my seat. Oh great.. I sat down trying to avoid his gaze, but I couldn't help look at his muscles under that sheet of black ink covering his arm, and his eyebrow piercing and lip piercing. When he saw me staring, I quickly looked away and he smirked. I rolled my eyes and looked down to my book, but I couldn't concentrate on the work we were supposed to be doing. All I could think about was Liam...
The harsh words filled the hallways, notes tossed at me with mean words scribbled in them. I sat at my desk and notes were tossed at me. I read them all, I swallowed the lump in my throat. That familiar curly mop of hair walked in to the room, Harry was his name. He sat beside me and looked at me with the rude notes piled on my lap and desk, my tear stain cheeks.
"Are you okay?" He whispered. I ignored him.
"Okay, yeah I know what I did was mean but," he paused for a second.
"Are you okay?" He asked again. After I didn't answer for the second time, he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Please answer me, I won't hurt you. I promise I-"
"Mr.Styles, would you like to share that with the class?" Mr. Fredrick asked. Harry shook his head and Mr. Fredrick went back to teaching. After the bell rang, I walked straight to my locker and grabbed my sketch pad for art. I had my secret drawings in it but no one cared to look. I looked at the floor the whole way to class because of the hateful comments toward me. I bumped into something, I fell to the floor and so did my sketch pad opening right up so the person I bumped into could see. I looked up and saw those blue eyes again.
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