Yeah, well that's what it was like walking into North Shore high school for the first time. Like I had a sign on my forehead reading 'New Kid Please Stare,' in bright red letters. Keeping my head bowed so as not to see the sneer like stares of my new classmates, I kept my gaze glued on the map and schedule which had come in the mail the day before.
Glancing up only to quickly take note of the room numbers along the hallway and to mumble apologies to the multiple gorilla like, guys that bumped into me, knocking my papers from my hands, I finally made it to the room where my first class was held.
Stepping inside I felt my cheeks burn red, seeing that every other desk was filled and every eye in the room was trained on me, including the principal and the woman who I assumed to be the teacher, seeing as she was sat behind a large desk.
"Ahh, speak of the devil, here he is!" the principal, Mr. Duvall, according to his name badge, greeted cheerfully.
"Uh, hi," I mumbled.
"Students, this is Ashton, he just moved here from Africa,"
Suddenly a somewhat nerdy looking woman entered the room carrying the largest cup of Starbucks I had ever seen.
"Welcome!" she cried, locking eyes on a bored looking African American girl in the back.
"Uh, I'm from Michigan," the girl snorted looking disgusted.
"Oh, yes, sorry," the woman apologized quickly.
"I'm Ashton," I mumbled.
"Oh," the teacher, Ms. Norbury, based on the nametag on her desk greeted, setting down her coffee on said desk, sending the woman who was previously sitting there, scurrying away, "Welcome!"
"Hey," I mumbled.
"Well then," Mr. Duvall said clapping me on the back, "I'll just leave you to it."
Smiling Ms. Norbury waited until he left the room before turning to me, "Your transcript was very impressive, quite the math nerd?"
Several kids chuckled behind me and I looked down at my shoes, "No, no it's a good thing!" she cried, "We always need more intelligent people in the world... Uh, I'm rambling, why don't you go take a seat next to Niall."
Turning to face the crowded room my eyes landed on the only empty seat which was next to a smaller, blonde boy who was discreetly trying to each a bag of chips which were hidden in his desk.
Swallowing nervously and locking my gaze on the tile floor I started towards my new desk, however when I was just a few steps away, the boy two desks in front of me stuck out his foot causing me to fall flat on my face. Immediately the entire room burst into peals of laughter. Ms. Norbury who had of course chosen that moment to be turned the opposite way, writing on the board, turned around in confusion, and seeing me on the ground her eyes widened.
"Ashton what are you doing?" she demanded.
"Nothing, I uh, tripped," I mumbled.
"Big foot," the boy who had tripped me coughed.
"Yeah well we all I'm sure that's not the only big thing about him," Niall said suddenly, surprising me.
"What?" the boy laughed.
"He's got big feet," Niall pointed out, "And big hands, I'm sure he's also packing quite a....."
"Mr. Horan!" Ms. Norbury warned.
Putting his hands up in surrender Niall slouched down in his seat receiving a few laughs from out classmates for his speculation.
My face now the color of a fire engine I rose to my feet and finishing the journey to my desk, sank down into my seat.
"Hey," Niall whispered, "Don't worry about Louis, he's just an ass hole."
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"I'm Niall by the way," he continued holding out his hand which I shook nervously.
Suddenly the boy directly behind him leaned forward and cleared his throat, "Forgetting something?"
"Oh yeah," Niall chuckled, "This is Harry,"
"Harry Styles," the curly headed boy elaborated.
"Your name is Harry Styles?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah, my parents thought it would be funny," he shrugged.
"I think it's cool," I informed him.
Smiling, he crossed his long legs under Niall's desk, revealing a pair of the most faded, well worn brown boots I had ever seen.
"Don't mind Mr. brown boots," Niall chuckled, "He's too gay to function."
"He's not wrong," Harry smirked.
I smiled wearily since I hadn't really ever met a gay person before, I figured they were the same as everyone else, maybe just a little better dressed.
"He doesn't bite," Niall informed me chuckling.
"Oh no, I didn't think he did," I said quickly.
"Let me guess you're homophobic?" Harry sighed.
"No," I said shaking my head furiously, "My Mom's uncle's wife's cousin was gay, I never met him but I heard he was a great guy."
"Good to know," Harry laughed.
"So tell us," Niall said, "Are you hemmophobic?"
"What's that?" I asked, feeling stupid.
Niall turned around and smirked at Harry, "I take it you haven't met the plastics?"
"Who are the plastics?" I questioned.
"Ohhh," Harry said rubbing his hands together, "Have lunch with us and we'll show you."
"Okay," I nodded eagerly, happy to be invited to sit with someone instead of having to eat in the bathroom like the new kid always did in movies.
"Ashton, Naill, Harry," Ms. Norbury scolded, "Eyes on the board please."
Blushing I turned my attention back to the board, feeling Harry and Niall's eyes remain on me, watching me with curiosity until the bell rang.
A/N
Hey, I just wanted to say that I personally do not think that Harry is Gay, however because this is a fanfic I could make him a soul eating monkey if I wanted to, so for the pourpose of this story, he is.
Thanks so much for reading! xx
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