Mia has had a nice life. She's 18 and just getting out of high school and has been accepted into the college of her dreams, CSU, along with her boyfriend of 1 year, Cole. Then there's her family. She has her mother, a strict, but beautiful bitch. Her father left when she was younger and she's an only child. She has always listened to her mom, but she wants to be remembered as she ends high school, she doesn't just want to be just one in the crowd, she wants to try new things, one of those things just might be some rebellion...


5. chapter 4

Mia's P.O.V.

After art it's English, and I have yet another hour with Harry. As we take our seats for class, Mr. Murphy tells us that we are just going to read today, because our class is ahead of the others.

As I pull out my book, I remember when I dropped it and Harry picked it up for me. That was the first time I've ever really looked into his eyes, and I have to say, looking into his eyes, is like you're the only two people in the room, the deep emerald green that turns black when he's angry. They're hypnotic. Stop it, Mia! I scold myself for thinking of Harry so much, but I can't help it. I really think I'm starting to like him. Should I try to talk to him? I don't know..

Harry's P.O.V.

While everybody else is reading, I'm pretending to read when I'm really looking around the room, mostly at Mia. I just can't help it, she's so beautiful. When I was looking into her eyes for the first time, I didn't want to look away. And when she practically ran out of the room, I stood there, shocked.

Shocked at how beautiful her eyes are, shocked that she has this affect on me, shocked that she looks at me as much as she does. Stop it, Harry. Stop. She doesn't like you. You're not her type, your a dirty criminal, she's not your type anyway, so just stop thinking about her.

Damn, there's still half an hour of this class left... Maybe I should actually try to read a book, or I could try to take a nap or some shit. Yea a nap sounds good...

Mia's P.O.V.

I start to hear a light snoring noise coming from the back corner of the room, so I turn to see what, or who, it is and sure enough it was Harry, sleeping in class.

"You. Wake him up." Mr. Murphy says, pointing at some boy, I think his name is Sam? I don't really know. "WHAT THE FUCK" I jump in my seat as I hear Harry yell at Sam for waking him up. "Mr. Styles! Language!" Mr. Murphy scolds Harry, and he quiets back down and mumbles something that sounds a little like "fuck off" but I'm not sure.

As he sits back down he looks my way and we make eye contact, and it's then that I know that I'm going to try to talk to him, although I'm still nervous.

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