Harley's P.O.V

Fiddling with my fingers, biting my lower lip I stare at the polished floor where my reflection could be seen along with the glare of the white light. My stomach gives a weird feeling which cannot be explained, blinking many times I gulp down my saliva to relief my dry throat.

"Harley," I look straight immediately when the head master  mentions my name reading the files.

"Do you know where your class is?," He asks closing the files he rests his arms on the desk and leans forward.

"No," my voice comes out low barely audible as the noise out in the corridor is echoing in the empty large room, knowing that my voice is not loud enough to travel through the air I move my head to the left and right indicating a no.

"You are nervous?," an assuring smile forms on Mr Smith's lips which makes me to force a smile as well.

"Just walk straight to the right and there will be a staircase , the second class in the first floor."

"Thank you," I blurt maintaining the smile on my face, taking a deep breath in I open the door my eyes widens in the sight of the people around here, those girls walking around with their face caked up, showing off their long skinny legs by short skirts and some of there t shirts pushes up their breasts making them look sexy.

Am in a runway?

The sound of the high heels clicking rocked in the surrounding along with the chattering of the lads,  sighing internally I look down at my attire, just a pair of jeans and a shirt half tucked in, I'm sure that I'm the odd one in the whole building. Getting into high schools is not an easy task as making friends knowing the environment will take some time but as for me it takes a lot of time.

I walk slowing sticking my gaze to the ground not daring to see those creepy eyes staring at me making me feel awkward. My toes curls in when I stop by the locker the whole time standing there in the crowd seems like ages, the voices of topic about me gets into my ears clearly.

Look at her dress? Is she new? She looks poor? Isn't she odd? Is she sick? She looks pale?

Ignoring the comments coming from the people around I begin to put my stuffs into the locker arranging the books and stationery, I flinch when a loud noise hits my eardrums, my sweaty beginning to tremble, pretending like I heard nothing even though my mind imagines the scene happening behind I try my best to control my senses, my body stiffens when the sound of the silver trash bin crashed on the floor, the environment captures silence the very next second, the scene happening around here makes me to picture the situation even if I didn't have a glance at it. Closing my eyes I try my best to remain calm, diverting my mind to something else I continue with my work and there comes the bell making the surrounding noisy again.

Closing the locker I turn around my eyes widens in horror to realise what has happened a few minutes ago, everyone rushes to their classes ignoring the person on the floor, the empty unshaped bin is in  few distance away from him and the litter is over the floor around  him. Dusting his hands he stares down at his dirty dress. Neither of them, I mean no one bothered to give him a hand, all were walking around like he never existed.

Is this how the famous school is?

Tightening the grip on books I take slow steps towards him, the noise fades away little by little as the corridor gets empty. Sticking my books to my chest I scout down moving my hands forward I hold the temple of the spectacle laying on the floor, luckily it isn't damaged, taking the packet of tissue from my pocket I get up to my feet, pulling out a sheet I wipe the screen of the glasses which has been dirty.

"Here," moving my hand forward I hold the tissue packet to his view which makes him to look up at me immediately, his curly hair messed up and I could see his lips busted.

"Are you new?," He asks softly.

"Hmm,"I nod with a smile gesturing him to take the tissue with my eyes.

"You shouldn't be doing this," he looks away when my smiles drops.

"Why not?," Kicking the crushed papers on the floor aside I sit beside him, keeping the books which I was holding on my lap I face his side features "It's time for class," placing his glasses and the packet of tissue on the floor in front of his legs I watch him, he stays still not giving me a single a glance staring at the two objects on the floor.

Turning to his left he faces me his lips spreads to a slight smile which makes me to smile back too, taking his glasses he puts it on "Thanks," his voice comes out low.

"Wel......," a shriek leaves my lips when I feel my body pull up, my back meets the wall in a blink of an eye my mind not being able to register what just happened.

Opening my eyes which I squeezed shut tight without my realisation I look up, to see those two grey orbs looking down at me which makes me to gulp down my saliva, furrowing my eyebrows I wriggle my arm to get away from his grip but his hold tightens.

Who is he?

What's going on?

"Let me go," grunting I push him behind with my other hand, my lower lip curls in when he holds my other arm and pins me to the wall, my body freezes as I face him, our eyes staring into each other's. I stay still not being able to move and I know that if I do his grip will get tighter, his large figure horrifies my view.

"I told no one should help him," his voice comes out rough those eyes below the curled up brows getting smaller.

He told?

When was that?

Why didn't I hear it?

My mind goes blank as terror rise in me yet I covered it up by acting to be brave, my heart beat rises in a way that I'm sure even he could hear it, a bizarre feeling rises up in me and I can feel my legs getting weak as fear has always been my enemy. Closing my eyes I inhale a deep breath in trying to calm myself down my inner voice begging me stay calm.

"Why shouldn't I?" I finally speak, I thought it was inaudible but his expression shows that it wasn't.

His grip loosens when he bends a little low, his eyes never leaving mine "Because I told you shouldn't," gritting his teeth he tenses his jaw making his perfect jawline visible. The empty silent surrounding makes the situation even worse as my freaking heart is pounding loud like I ran a marathon.

"Lex," finally someone speaks as the few seconds of our silence drove me nuts, his grip on my arm loosens as he looks away to the direction where the call came from. Taking his interruption as an advantage I slide my hands down easily stepping aside.

I keep another step aside, my body paralyzes when he turns again "This is not over," passing me a deathly glare he walks to the opposite direction, a sigh of relief leaves my lips when I see him disappear. My first day turned out to be the worst.

Lex?

I hope that I never see him again.