The Styles Brothers

Chapter Three: What Are You?

Once class had finished, I eagerly skirted from the room. As expected, Clayton was outside.

I sighed as he waved excitedly, trudging toward him with a forced smile.

"What's your next class?" A rough voice asked from directly behind me. I whirled, suprised, and came face-to-face with my pleasant seatmate himself.

I hadn't realized exactly how tall the Styles boy was, but he towered well over my 5'6" frame.

"What?"

"I said, what's your next class," he repeated, voice hovering on irritated.

"Why does it matter?" I snapped, before heading away from him and turning back towards Clayton.

But as I approached him, Clayton's normally jovial face had turned pale and terrified.

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern.

"I-uh, I gotta go," he stuttered before nearly running away as if I had the plague.

I shook my head in confusion, before turning on my heel to head to Art, smacking straight into someone's solid chest.

"What the-"

"I believe we got off on the wrong foot," the deep voice that I couldn't seem to escape spoke.

"No, your obvious disgust of me doesn't bother me at all," I answered, sarcasm dripping from my tongue.

The boy merely smiled, flashing dimples and pearl-like teeth.

"I'm Harry."

"Wonderful," I said, voice still caustic.

"Do I annoy you?" He cocked his head, still smiling lightly.

I rolled my eyes, brushing past him and heading to Art.

He kept pace with me, his annoyingly long stride matching two of mine.

"Don't you have class?" I muttered, aggravated.

"I don't have a sixth period. I'm in grade twelve."

Though only a year older than I, he seemed like he could be in college, or older.

"Lucky," I murmured, still cold towards Harry.

After a brief pause, he said, "You were watching me at lunch." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes," I responded.

"Why?"

"Dunno." Lie.

As we approached my class, Harry walked me right to the door.

"I'm can go in by myself," I snapped, eager to have him leave.

"Are you?" He smirked, leaning in close to me, our cheeks nearly brushing as he spoke into my ear.
"Goodbye, Elena Campbell." Harry pulled away as quickly as he had leaned in, and vanished into the crowd.

I scowled, flustered and turned to the doorway, immediately tripping over a sneakered foot.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry-" I began, getting up.

I froze. Harry's identical twin brother gazed down at me, dark sunglasses in place of a stare.

"Are you alright?" He rasped, in a voice nearly the same as his twin's.

"I-I, uh, yeah," I stammered, quickly gathering my things and striding past him, my heartbeat rapid.

"Hey, wait," Harry's twin called out. I stopped and turned.