I twirl in my seat in little half circles, my feet actually reaching the ground because I had set the seat a little lower than it originally was. My head was tipped back against the chair as I drummed my fingers on my thigh and focused on the rhythm that didn't belong to any song I recognized. I watched the ceiling as I moved, the sight soon making me sick, but the sight in front of me was bound to have me puking at any moment.

Nicole's hand had moved a little more towards Harry's crotch in the past half and hour and Harry made no attempt to move it, which great. If he want's to get a fucking stiffy in the middle of english class, then more power to him. Give the poor old teacher a heart attack, and me even more of a reason to cut off his penis and shove it up his ass.

I choked on my saliva at the incredibly violent thought and cleared my throat to cover the noise. I quickly set up straight in my seat and wiped my palms on my joggers, my eyes focusing on Mrs. Anderson who was rambling on about some project we had to do. I didn't bother listening because I was already finished with the assignment we got today and I could always get the instructions on what we were supposed to be doing for the project after class.

But what the hell was wrong with me? I was not the type to have thoughts like that. Well, except for the time I wanted to cut Lottie's finger off because she wouldn't give me the mood ring my dad had bought me for my sixth birthday. I wasn't too happy then, and the ring proved that fact when I had put it on, after finally getting it back from her, and it instantly went a dark black color.

"This project will be a group one. Two in each group." Mrs. Anderson said, dragging me out of my thoughts.

I inhaled deeply and watched as everyone began to pair up, including Nicole and Harry. The only reason me, and everyone else in the classroom knew that they were partners, was because Nicole jumped up and was literally screaming Harry's name. I rolled my eyes and sank back in my seat. Great, another project I would be doing alone.

I sighed deeply and ignored the depressed mood I was just dipped head first in. I hated this, I hated myself. I have been doing good these past few weeks, and I haven't had an attack or anything, but something as simple as me doing a group project alone sent me spiraling down into my bottomless pit I have grown accustomed to.

"Sit down and listen," Mrs. Anderson began, and once she had everyone's attention, she continued. "You will be in groups of boys or girls." She went on to clarify what she meant, but everyone in the class had already caught onto what she had said and they began to re pick their partners.

Despite every ounce of my body telling me not to, I glanced over at Harry and Nicole. Nicole was pouting as she stood up, her arms crossed over her chest and making her boobs pop out more. I gagged, literally gagged, and watched her turn around to join one of the few girls that were left in the room.

I didn't see who Harry's partner was because I was betting it was Cade, one of the very few gay kids that doesn't shove their sexuality down your throat. I pulled my hood up and leaned back in my chair, my eyes fluttering closed and creating a black barrier that blocked me from all the bullshit going on around me.

I folded my feet up into the chair and twisted my body a little, making the chair turn a little to the right before I turned back to the left. I wad quite content right now with doing nothing. I mean, I was always doing something so being able to just sit back and relax without having to worry about watching my every move was nice.

"Louis??" Someone asked, and I instantly recognized their voice.

"Yeah?" I asked, and forced a smile on my face. I opened my eyes and looked up at Mrs. Anderson, then the person next to her. My smile vanished instantly and was replaced by a frown when I seen the curly haired lad that was towering over me.

Oh goodie, Nicole's sloppy seconds. Or wait, is he my sloppy seconds?

"You and Harry will be partners for this project." She informed me with a small smile before she patted my arm and turned around to walk to her desk.

I rolled my eyes and huffed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. I wasn't going to talk to him, especially since he could be hiding a boner behind his backpack that he was holding over his crotch. If he was, then he was exaggerating about his junk because I don't even see a small bump in his backpack.

I felt my cheeks turn a light pink color when I realized I was staring at his crotch. I ducked my head down and picked up my pencil before I opened my notebook to an empty page. As I did that, Harry had decided to make himself comfortable. He grabbed an extra chair from one of the back rows and placed it directly in front of me.

My hand tightened on the pencil when he sat down and a gust of his cologne washed over me. I bit my lip harshly and kept myself from inhaling through my nose like I wanted to. I continued chewing on my bottom lip and I glanced down at my paper, seeing that I had spelt my name wrong and put 'Lewis'. I groaned quietly and erased the word before I quickly wrote down my name correctly.

I heard Harry sigh as he leaned forward, his fingers tapping on the table. I had full intentions on not talking to him, I did, but with each tap of his fingers I felt myself grow more and more irritated by the noise. "Stop!" I finally blurted. I slammed my pencil down on the table and looked up at him.

His eyes were slightly wide as his fingers were suspended in air, like I had caught him mid tap. He looked shocked for a second, but then he quickly recovered and glared at me, his hand slamming down on the table but with a lot more force than I had used.

"Stop what?" He tilted his head to the side and looked at me, innocence written all over his face.

I growled under my breath because he was anything but innocent, he knew exactly what he was doing. "Nothing." I finally sighed, because there really was no use in fighting with him. I could use my breath on much more important things than fighting with Harry about something as stupid as this.

"No, what? Tell me what you want me to stop so I can. We don't want princess Louis upset, now do we?" He asked and I finally felt my anger start to boil over.

"Don't you have a girlfriend you can go annoy?" I asked and gasped quietly before adding, "And while you're at it, why don't you go and get my sandwich crust out of the garbage. I mean, she clearly likes my leftovers." I smirked and sat back in my seat, relishing in the way he looked right now.

His eyes were wide and his mouth continued to open and close, making him look similar to a fish out of water. I chuckled and shook my head, having no idea where that sudden outburst came from, and stood up from my seat just as the bell rang. I shoved everything into my backpack and pushed past all the students.

That felt good. It felt a lot better than it should have. I know I should feel bad for what I said, but I couldn't. She may be innocent in other people's eyes, because she had no idea what was going on with me and Harry, but she was far from innocent to me. What kind of innocent person does what her and Harry were just doing in a room full of students, and an old teacher.

I pushed the thoughts down, because my mood was already shitty enough, and looked up at the full hallway. I haven't made it too far from the classroom, and I wouldn't because I was suddenly being pushed against the locker, but a hand on my back stopped me from colliding with the locker to hard.

The hand was large and could easily reach from one of my shoulder blades to the other, and I only knew two people with hands that large. I held my breath and slowly looked up, some of my fear melting away when my eyes made contact with swimming green eyes.

"I wasn't done talking to you." Harry growled, his lips curling up at the corners as he snarled loudly.

I gulped loudly and all the courage I may have felt earlier was gone. My knees began to shake and I have yet to breath still, but I didn't want to. Not while I was still in his presence. "I was done with you." I rushed out, managing not to breath, and pushed past him.

I walked as fast as I could down the crowded hallway. When I was a safe distance away from him, which was only a few inches, I gulped in a deep breath and pushed down the urge to run into the bathroom so I could finally let the tears, that have been burning my eyes all day, free.

"Louis fucking Tomlinson!" I heard Harry shout loudly from behind me. Almost all of the students in the hallways stopped what they were doing so they could turn and see what was going on, because it wasn't everyday someone was yelling out /my/ name.

I felt my steps falter but I continued walking, it now being a little easier because the students were starting to spread apart, giving me a clear pathway down the hallway. I knew I should stop so that everyone would look away from me, but their gaze wasn't even bothering me. I could handle all their eyes pinned on me out of curiousity, but I won't be able to handle Harry and his attitude when he finally catches up to me.

"Don't fucking push me, because both you and I know I have a little secret." He said, and that finally had me stopping. I spun around on my heels and glared at Harry who was standing a few feet away from me, his green eyes smoldering.

"What Harry?" I didn't raise my voice nor use any hand gestures. I was done with all this shit, so why not make that obvious. He wanted to fuck Nicole, then let him, but he doesn't need to rub it in my face like that. And yeah, I shouldn't have said that about her liking my leftovers, but there really was no use in trying to take it back now.

Harry smirked and there was no doubt about it. He was proud. Proud of what? Making half of the school gawk at us, making me fear what he was going to say so I would stop, making it so I didn't even want to be in his presence anymore? Whatever the reason was, his chest was now puffed out a little and he had his cocky smirk.

"Oh now he want's to talk." He said and looked around at the students. He wasn't looking to get any laughs, but he did, which wasn't surprising because people always seemed to be laughing at me.

I felt my chest twist in pain and I couldn't take this anymore. He could tell the student's what he wanted, no matter if it was about me and him or about the small view he has seen into his past. I felt tears blur my vision as I looked around at all the students whose laughs haunt my dreams, reminding me I would be nothing more than the joke.

I looked up at Harry and we made eye contact for a brief moment before I turned around and walked down the hallway. The student's were now moving to block my pathway, but I somehow managed to squeeze past all of them. Their laughs continued to ricochet in my head, but I didn't let one single tear fall. I knew I should. I knew I deserved a good cry, but not right now. Not when I had people's grubby fingers all over me, pushing me in one way, then another. They didn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

I had to lift a hand up to my glasses to keep them from falling as I pushed my way past the suffocating walls of people that grew closer and closer to me until it got to the point I felt like dropping to my knees and burying my head in my knees. My chest began to grow tighter and panic set in when I realized there was no escape past all these people. I was stuck here until the bell rang.

I looked blindly around at all the faces laughing at me, and I could feel as a cold clamp began to squeeze around my chest, tightening with each forced breath I took in. I couldn't breath, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything but stand helplessly as the waves crashed over my body, dragging me further and further into the endless pool until someone, hopefully, pulled me out.

My vision began to go out and my head began to swim, but I faintly felt a rough, large hand curl around my upper arm. I didn't know where I was being drug, but I slowly began to feel the clamp ease from around my chest. My eyes were screwed shut as we walked, afraid that if I were to open them I would come face to face with one of my worst nightmares.

I didn't realize it but the laughing had stopped and I was cocooned by quietness, but there was someone else in the room with me. I wouldn't realize that until I opened my eyes after minutes passed by with me trying to calm down by taking large, deep breaths through my mouth. I had always tried to breath through my nose in times like these, but it always made the panic grow stronger because I never seemed to get enough air in through my nose.

When the pressure on my chest finally lifted and my stomach was no longer in painful knots, I blew out a soft breath and slowly opened my eyes. I was pressed against a wall in the female's bathroom that was closed off right now, and there were hands holding onto each of my shoulders, holding me up. One deep breath through my nose and I knew exactly who was standing in front of me, who had saved me from the crowded hallway.

"Thanks." I mumbled quietly, even though I felt disappointed. I took my glasses off and wiped the tears off my cheeks that I didn't realize had fallen, then I put them back on and hefted my backpack further up onto my shoulder, making the other person drop their hand.

"Are you okay?" They asked quietly and took a step back, putting a little distance between us. I was no longer breathing in their scent anymore, and I was honestly grateful for that. It wasn't like I wasn't used to the scent, I was just so upset right now that it gave me a headache.

I nodded and without another word, I shimmied my way past the person and walked out of the door when I heard the final bell ring, the one that signaled class was beginning. "I'll see you in class." I said over my shoulder, my voice sounding oddly high pitched right now. I cleared my throat and, with heavy legs, I made my way down the hallway, leaving Jen standing alone in the bathroom looking both confused and worried.