Emily's POV

"So...have you seen any cute boys,you fancy?" Mel questions, bumping my shoulder as we walk by the football field.

"I should be asking you that question, " I laugh,kicking the pebbles in front of me while I walk.

I wasn't really popular with boys.
If you haven't realized, already.
And honestly, I don't mind.. Melanie, on the other hand..has boys coming after her,left ,right,and center!

There's a moment of silence,before I look up to see Melanie looking the other direction.

"Well...I do now," she whispers,facing the field.

I look over,to see a group of five boys,kicking a football around,and chatting under the sun.

Then I notice a familiar face.

It was the boy,who was late to class.

"Here ya go mate," A blonde boy,calls out as he throws a water bottle to the curley headed one.

I try not to stare,as he downs the water.

This was very unlike me. I swear.

He looks my way,and smiles,giving me a wink.

I blush,and quickly look away.

Blush? I've never done that before..and definitely not after getting winked at by a jock. That's specifically, never happend before.

"The one with the black hair,is kinda cute,don't you think?" Melanie says,breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Sure,"I shrug,and continue to kick stones that scatter the ground,as I continue walking forward.

Mel huffs,and catches up with me.

"Your no fun,when it comes to boys."

"Shut up," I laugh ,pushing her gently.

She chuckles,and puts her arms around me. "Well,they're the one's who are missing out," she says,poking my cheeks.

I smile,and lean onto her shoulder.

"Come on,were getting late for class!" I say , lifting my head up and,dragging my best friend into the school building.

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The day went by pretty,quickly.

I found myself walking over to my last class, which was french.

I settle down,exactly where I sat last time,since I wasn't noticed by half the class.

I'm looking out the window ,when I hear a voice ask,

"Excuse,me?"

I don't bother turning around,since I assume that the person wasn't talking to me.
Until I realize,no one replied .

I turn around,to see the boy who sat next to me last time,looking my way.

"M-me?" I stutter.
Jesus, why do I sound so scared?

"Yeah," he chuckles, sweetly.

"I was wondering if I could borrow a pen? I seem to have run out of ink.." he states ,holding his pen out.

I quickly nod,before reaching for my bag,and rummaging around the front zip,to grab a pen.

I quietly hand it to him,as he reaches out carefully, and takes the object from my hands.

"Thanks,beautiful " he smiles,before turning around to face the classroom ,since the teacher had just walked in.

I take a deep breathe,before looking down at my lap.
What was wrong with me?
Well,yeah I'm shy,but I don't stutter like that!

I look back up,and try to pay attention to the class that was going on,but I couldn't help but replay the words that he said to me in my mind.

"Thanks,beautiful "

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I pack up my books,and sling my backpack over my shoulder,when a tall figure stops in front of me.

"This belongs to you," he says before placing the pen in my hands.

"Thanks.." I say,managing to get my words out.

"No problem, love..I'm Harry ,by the way.." he smiles.

"Emily," I reply,looking up at him,since I was only 5'4 and he towered over me.

"Well,I'll see you around...Emily," he winks,before walking out the classroom.

Gosh,he needs to stop winking,cause it makes me feel a way that I don't understand..but at the same time it feels amazing.

No. It shouldn't feel amazing. I don't even know this boy. Maybe it's because I don't..socialize as much..I'm probably just nervous.. Right?

I stood there for a couple of seconds, before walking out after him.

I smile to myself, as I reach my locker.

As much as I tried to push the thought away....
I couldn't wait to run into the boy who was late on the first day,again .