Nora Timberlake

So here's the thing, I am abnormal in the sense of thinking differently, rude as heck and half crazy, but unfortunately being deaf with a perfectly functioning ear is not one of my qualities.

"She does look a bit sketchy, you know? I think she is one of those crazy bitches who once upon a time was an alright girl and now turned out to be a weirdo." A guy with lopsided spectacles said into his friend's ear, trying to be secretive and failing miserably. His friend nodded before subtly checking me out.  

Is this is how it's going to be? Are these kids tested by mental health organization? Me? A bitch? Why you motherf-

Okay, I am proving his point. 

But that doesn't give him the right to call me out like that.

I looked at the guy who had called me a 'crazy bitch' (mental snort) and said, "Why don't you learn the art of whispering dude? Or more importantly why don't you borrow Harry's invisibility cloak and just disappear from the face of earth?"

I didn't wait for his squeaky response, though I heard it anyway and tapped the table loudly. The lady sitting on the other side of desk gave me an annoyed look and hurriedly printed my schedule. I tore it away from her hand and quickly scanned though it.

Let's see, Monday first period.

It was free.

I smirked and tugged my black leather jacket closer to my body. This new school isn't that bad, to be honest, if it has first period of Monday free.

I was walking along the long hallways, monotone grey lockers lined on both my sides. It was empty as most people  were probably in their respective classes. It quiet save for the ruckus a guy was making in front of, what I presume is, his locker.

"Fudge! Ouch, this shit hurts." He muttered, a heavy book lying innocently at his feet. Also who the fuck talks to himself?

I bend down, which might have looked a little weird in hindsight, before he can and picked up the fallen book. I looked at the cover and nearly dropped it again. 

Harry Potter and the order of phoenix.

So potter-heads do exist in high school. I have always wondered why no one, and I mean like no one  in my old school liked Harry Potter. Yeah, shitty people of shitty school.

I looked at the guy who was raising his eyebrows at me, his face the very definition of symmetrical. Plus, green eyes on a light tanned face? You do not see that everyday in real life,any day for that matter. Just read about it on Wattpad. 

Kill me for having an account. My old 'friends' hated my social media 'activities'.

But this boy in front of me, he looks like he fell straight from heaven. Damn, he's fine. Too much like a male lead in the stories. 

Hmm, let's see.

Unique colored eyes? Check.

Gelled up spiky hair? Check.

A mysterious aura? Check.

Smell of Axe? Check.

Leather jacket? Check.

Results: Definitely a bad boy.

Is this the beginning of a love story? Hell no, people.

"Which Wattpad novel have escaped from?" I said, holding out the book for him to take.

He looked at me weirdly, like trying to figure out if I was joking or not, taking the book quietly. 

"Um...I don't know? Thanks for the book." He scratched his neck and looking unsure.

I have that effect on people.

I hold my hand for him and said, "I am Nora Timberlake. I am new and I would like to know where the fuck I am going, would you be a kind soul and tell me?"

He grinned and took my hand, shaking it he said, "I am James Elliot.  I liked your jacket, Nora." We began walking towards what must have been my class.

"It belonged to my dad, he let me have it. Yours cool too." I said.

He nodded and I looked at him for a split second before looking away  towards the empty hallways, "Wait, a minute. You're name is James and you are a potter head?"

"No. I just happen to like Harry Potter, I am not a hardcore fan. My parents are though, that's why they named me, James. I am still surprised we haven't changed our last name to Potter." He said conversationally. 

Okay... 

Cold personality? Cross.

He is a little more interesting than he looks.

"So, whose class do you have next?" He asked. 

"World history, room 18. You know where it is?" I said, checking my schedules. He nodded and I followed him to a classroom numbered 18 and tugging the sleeves of my leather jacket. It was a nervous habit of mine, which don't make sense as I was definitely not nervous.

You are amazingly good at lying to your self.

Well I have been doing it my majority of life. It becomes a reflex after a time, I shrugged mentally, at my consciousness.

"Here's your class." James said, motioning at the door.

"Thanks. And James? Wanna eat together at cafeteria during lunch? I really don't know anyone here, I am new and stuff." I said, playing the pity card.

He hesitated, "No I don't think I will be free at lunch, sorry. But anyway, nice meeting you, bye!"

I snorted, rude? Check, but then again every teenager is rude. Not including me, of course, I am just moody all the time.

I smiled faintly as I entered the class room.

Yes, James Elliot was interesting. 

I ran a hand through the black hair I have inherited from my Dad and entered the room.

"You must be the new student?" An elderly teacher asked me, his along with nearly forty pairs of eyes was staring at me creepily.

I gave him a blank look and said, "I am Nora Timberlake. Where can I slee- I mean sit and study. You know I love history."

Some snorts followed a call of, "Cough, Nerd cough." At least learn to cough first. And please, you are call me 'nerd' as some sort of insult? 

I coughed, "Fucker." Clearing my throat, I smiled in the direction of the one who had said Nerd.

He discreetly tried to avoid my gaze. I smirked as I made my way towards the seat the teacher had pointed to. His name was Mr. Kane and he was going to be my history teacher for the rest of year. I plopped down and rested my head on the desk. A lot of things happen when you go to East Lake, like you might run into the "bad boy" Wattpad talks about. 

He was an interesting guy. Not exactly like Wattpad has told me, more human.

As the last sensible though escaped from me, I thought I could certainly do with a hour's nap.

A/N: This is early, a day early. Meh.

This is dedicated to icecream_fangirl, whom I introduced to Wattpad and we bonded over Harry Potter! Happy birthday! A year closer to your death, you fellow potterhead.

P.S. I finally learned how to dedicate.