Just Another Teenage Love Story

I am not living, I am not dead. My name is Veronica Thorne, and I am a reaper.


3. Chapter Three!

We got to homeroom and sat down in our usual spots in the back. Everybody was talking, laughing, you know, the usual homeroom noises; when this new kid walked in. Oh my god was he gorgeous. He had dark, curly brown hair. His eyes were the brightest green I had ever seen. His lips had this adorable half-smile on them. His lips had this adorable half-smile on them. He wore black skinny jeans and a black band tee shirt. Oh my god.

“Class! This is out new student, Harry Styles. He moved here from England..” The teacher droned on. This “Harry” looked around nervously. “Yum,” Marilyn whispered in my ear. Both of our jaws just dropped. “Harry, you can sit in the back of the classroom, next to Mrs. Thorne,” The teacher pointed at me. I closed my mouth just in time. Harry looked at me, our eyes met. It was like magic. No, it WAS magic.

Harry slowly walked back toward the seat next to me and sat down. He looked over at me, “Hey, my name’s Harry,” He said slowly. Even his accent was hot, oh my god. “Yours? He asked. “Veronica” I extended my hand towards him, he took it and shook my hand.  “Veronica Thorne,” I said with a half-smile. “Well, Veronica Thorne, you have a lovely name,” He said, looking at me with those dazzling eyes. I smiled and looked away.

The entire rest of the class, I kept sneaking glances at him. He was muscular, very muscular. He had some tattoos as well. Oh my god was he gorgeous. Are all the guys in England this gorgeous? Damn, I need to get out of Michigan…


That stupid bell rang. I picked up my notebook and hurried out of the classroom. Then something weird happened. Harry jogged up next to me. What? “Veronica! Um, I was just wondering if I could have your number…” He looked down at his feet. My jaw dropped, but I had to keep my cool. “Sure,” I said nonchalantly. He looked up with a huge smile on his face. Damn he was gorgeous. I continued to write my number on a piece of paper. “Here you go,” I said, handing him the paper. “Thanks! Well, um, I guess I’ll see you later,” He said nervously. I nodded and walked away.

Oh my god, now I look like an insensitive bitch. I nodded? I didn’t say bye? I mentally slapped myself throughout my next three classes. Now it was lunch, my favorite period. Finally. I sat down next to Marilyn and banged my head on the table. “Dude, what’s wrong?” She asked, checking out some guy. “I nodded,” I mumbled into the table. “What?” “I nodded when Harry said bye! Now I seem like some insensitive jerk!” “Oh, well he definitely hates you now,” I looked up with the most terrified look on my face. “Calm down, I’m joking! Marilyn laughed. “Wait…do you have feelings for a…human?!” She yelled. I slapped my hand on her mouth. Her eyes were wide. “Sh! You idiot!” I released my hand from her mouth slowly.  “Do you?!” “Maybe..” “Veronica… reapers can’t love humans. We aren’t allowed to!” Marilyn scolded me. I looked down at my feet, she was right. Reapers can’t love humans. We just…can’t. “We aren’t allowed to. If the Court found out, you’d be so dead!” Marilyn yelled  at me. “I know, I just… can’t help it. There’s something about him…” I looked across the crowded room and dropped my gaze on Harry. He was sitting at the Jock table, laughing and smiling. Marilyn her fingers in front of my face. “HEELLOOOO!” She yelled. “Sorry, what?” “You have to stop talking to Harry; you can’t fall in love with him,” I sighed. This is going to be hard.

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