Waking up the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock going off, I groaned loudly and rolled onto my stomach. I blindly searched for my phone, wanting nothing more than to have the obnoxious beeping noise silenced. When I got absolutely no luck in finding it, I sat up slowly and rubbed my dry eyes with my palms before I looked around the room, spotting my phone across the room on my dresser, still plugged into the charger.

Rubbing my eyes one more time, I stood up and turned off my alarm clock before I walked out of my room and down the hall, going straight for the bathroom. I quickly did my business then washed my hands, grimacing when I looked at myself in the mirror. My brown hair was sticking all over the place, I had dried drool running along my right cheek, my blue eyes were slightly red from me leaving my contacts in all night, and my left cheek was still red, my mom's hand print being slightly visible.

Shaking my head, I leave the bathroom and go back to my room so I can start getting ready for the day. I open my closet and pull out a new pair of black jeans, a white shirt and my only other hoodie. I stripped off my clothes, throwing them in the corner of my room, and pulled on my pants, followed by my shirt. I glanced at myself through the mirror, frowning when I seen my tattoo across my chest, which was "It is what it is", was visible through the white material of my shirt.

"Whatever," I mumble, my voice still being thick with sleep. I yawned loudly and rummaged through my drawer, looking for my contact case which I found a few seconds later. I take out my contacts carefully, put them in the case, then grab my glasses out of my drawer. I put them on reluctantly, my frown deepening at the feeling of my glasses hugging the bridge of my nose.

I shook my head, my glasses falling down a little, and ran my fingers through my hair. When I finally managed to get all of it down, I brushed it to the side of my face and pulled on my hoodie. With one more glance at myself in the cracked mirror standing against my window, I decided I looked good enough and grabbed my backpack and phone. I slipped my phone into my pocket and hefted my backpack up onto my shoulder.

As I walked down the stairs, I couldn't help but think about my dream last night but the harder I tried to remember it, the more blurry it became. The moment I reached the last step, the smell of something cooking in the kitchen reached my nose. Being the nosy person I am, I made my way into the kitchen and seen Lottie at the stove, her long hair tied up in a ponytail as she cooked what appeared to be eggs.

"Want some?" She asked, making me jump slightly. Her back was still to me as she cooked, but she still managed to know I was in the kitchen. Just at the mere mention of food my stomach churned uncomfortably. I always had an upset stomach the day after I smoked weed if I didn't eat anything, which I rarely did.

"No thanks. I need to head out so I can wait for the bus." I kindly declined her offer. I already got enough shit at school, imagine how much more shit I would get if I puked all over the school bus. Cringing at the thought, I told Lottie a quick goodbye, put on my shoes, then walked through the front door.

Inhaling the fresh, crisp air, I shoved my hands into my the pockets on my hoodie and walked across the street to where to bus usually picked me up. I had about ten minutes before the bus would should up, but if I stayed in the house for one more minute, I would most definitely vomit.

The downfall of having to wait so long, was that it gave my brain a chance to actually start working. I thought back to what happened yesterday with my mom. She had already told me that she had sold some of her pills, but based on the almost empty fridge and the few article of clothing's Lottie had gotten, she hadn't sold that much.

Pulling my hands out of my pockets, I began rubbing small circles into my temple. I had been awake for less than half an hour and my brain was already giving me a headache. Oh, the joys of having an overactive mind.

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I waited until the bus was completely empty before I stood up from my seat and slowly walked down the aisle. I wished George a good day as I got off the bus, but I didn't get a response as usual. George was mostly mute. He would talk when necessary, but he was more comfortable when he didn't have to. Kinda like I was more comfortable when I was alone.

Subconsciously, my eyes roam over the outside of the school. I didn't know what I had been looking for until a ball of disappointment nestled its way into the pit of my stomach when I didn't spot the curly head that I had wanted to see. Bowing my head, to avoid making eye contact with anyone, I finished walking up the stairs that lead to the front door of the school.

Quickly glancing up to make sure no one was in the way, I pushed the door open and walked through it. Warm air washed over me and enveloped my slightly chilly skin. Out of habit, I pulled the hood up on my head and bowed my head once again, not wanting to chance of someone seeing the red hand print that was prominent against my light skin.

Never having to look up, because I knew this school like the back of my hand, I made my way to my first period class, which was health. I easily moved through the light crowd of students in the hallways even with my head bowed. In the mornings the hallways weren't as crowded, which I was thankful for. If I had to deal with all the obnoxious teens this early in the morning, I would honestly go crazy, or have a major panic attack.

Walking through the door to the most disturbing class in the history of classes, I made my way to my desk that was in the back. Another one of the perks of being the socially awkward kid that nobody likes, is that all the teachers let you sit wherever you want because they pity you. And I just so happen to enjoy sitting in the back of the class, away from all the chit chat.

I grabbed my health folder out of my backpack before I set down and slid my bag under my seat. I placed my heels on the edge of my bag to make sure it wouldn't move at all during this period. Last year, during science, a student ended up taking my bag and dumping milk in it, ruining all of the work I had finished. It may have only taken me less than an hour to redo everything, but it was still a struggle I never wanted to go through again.

For the entire first period nothing interesting happened except for when an office aid came in and told Mr. Johnson that Seth wouldn't be in because he ended up having an accident in football practice yesterday after school. That alone made my day even better than anything else possibly could have. My next four periods after Health flew by fast, but the moment the bell rang signaling it was lunch time, I felt myself freeze in my seat.

It was lunch time.

I spent lunch in Mrs. Black's room.

Harry would be there, unless he found someone else to sit with, or he didn't come to school today because I haven't even seen him. Even thinking of not seeing Harry today made my mood drop drastically. Shaking off the sudden mood change, I put my assignment in the basket next to the door and fast walked to Mrs. Black's room.

The moment I turned down the quiet hallway her classroom was in, my pace slowed down to a slow crawl. I was having a mental war in my head. A part of me just wanted to get to the class already so I could see Harry, but another part of me didn't want to see him at all. And, in the very back of my mind, a small voice reminded me that he may not even be in her classroom.

Biting down on my tongue, I mentally prepared myself for the worse case scenario as I walked through her open classroom door. I didn't know what I had been expecting, but the sight in front of me was not at all what I was expecting. At least I didn't think it was.

Sitting in the back of the classroom with Mrs. Black and Mr. Daniel was Harry. He had a deep scowl on his face as he stared down at the ground, clearly not listening to a word they were saying. My eyebrows furrowed as I walked further into the classroom, taking a seat at the same table I was sitting at yesterday.

At the sound of the table squeaking softly when I put my backpack down on it, everybody's eyes snapped over to me. I blushed a dark shade of red and looked down at my hands as I twiddled my thumbs, not at all meaning to disturb their conversation that sounded not only serious, but heated.

"Sorry, I'll leave." I mumbled, not taking my eyes off of my thumbs even as I stood up. I heard someone clear their throat, like they were trying to get my attention, before a large hand was being placed on my shoulder. Not flinching away or removing their hand, I looked up at Mr. Daniel, the hoodie still blocking most of my face, and seen his chocolate brown eyes were no longer warm, but stern?

Looking questioningly up at him, he shook his head softly and his lips fell into a thin line. Nodding my head, I slipped my fidgeting hands into my pockets and allowed Mr. Daniel to escort me of the classroom and down the hall a few feet away from the door. When we got to a spot he seemed to find good enough, he stopped and moved so he was standing in front of me, a few feet between us.

"How much do you know about Harry?" He asked, his voice going lower as he spoke. I looked up at him, surprised by his question. I didn't know him at all. I knew his name and that he liked to talk about asses, but other than that, what did I know about him?

/He has dreamy ass eyes./

Flushing a bright pink color at my thoughts, I looked down at my black shoes and shrugged a little, my shoulders just barely uplifting. "I don't really know him, why?" I took deep breaths and tried to change my direction of thought, but I had no luck at all. My mind was now racing with all the memories of yesterday, my blush going deeper as Harry's words about my butt rang in my head.

"Because, he got into a fight with Seth Clark yesterday after school."

My body going stiff at the mention of my biggest bully, I looked up at Mr. Daniel, my eyes wide and my lips slightly parted. Due to the shock, I didn't even bother pulling up my hood that had slipped back a little before it finally fell off, revealing my cheek completely.

"W-Why." I cursed myself for stuttering in a moment as serious as now, but I didn't have too long to think about how stupid I sounded before my thoughts were consumed with Harry and Seth.

Why did they get into a fight? Did Harry win? Well clearly he did. It didn't look like he had one mark on his body. Relief washed over me, followed by a burst of happiness. Harry had beat up my bully. My bully, who I had once thought to be invincible, was now at home in bed, probably to sore or scared to even bother coming to school.

My curiosity got the best of me and without waiting for Mr. Daniels to respond, I turned around and all but skipped to the room. "You beat up Seth." I blurted the moment I was in the room. I wanted to cover my mouth with my hands, but I was too happy right now to even try and screen what I was saying.

"Why? Did he get hurt? How bad was the fight? What started it?" Questions raced through my mind, but no matter how fast I spoke, I couldn't manage to ask all of them.

I gasped a deep breath in and looked at Harry, who was staring at me with amusement etched into his features. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, realizing that even though I didn't want to, I needed to. It was the only thing I knew would keep me from asking anymore questions. I was just happy right now, ecstatic, really. It wasn't everyday that you get told your bully got beat up.

Besides, if it hadn't been the principle that had told me about the fight, I wouldn't have believed it. Especially since Harry's shoulders weren't as broad and his muscles weren't as big. He may be taller than him, but I never would have thought that Harry could beat the shit out of Seth. But since yesterday, I have learned there is more to Harry styles than meets the eyes.

"He cried like a little bitch," pausing, Harry leaned forward and placed his chin in his hand, his pointer finger running along his bottom lip as he tried to suppress his smile, but it was a fail. "He started the fight by throwing a football at me." Harry said and shrugged. I was practically bouncing in anticipation, wanting, no, needing more information. But when a few minutes passed by without Harry saying anything else, I groaned loudly and flopped down in my seat.

"You suck at giving information." I informed him, my arms folding tightly over my chest as my face fell into a pout. My body maybe literally feeling as if it was going to explode from happiness at any second, but it was starting to fade. The happiness was soon being replaced with worry. Worry of what was going to happen to Harry. Was he going to get suspended, expelled even?

"What's going to happen to Harry?" I asked before I could even stop myself. I turned to look at Jen anxiously, my teeth clasping around my already chewed raw bottom lip. It was a bad habit that I needed to stop doing, but for some reason, it made me calm. Well, as calm as I possibly could get without smoking some 'devils lettuce'.

"Since it was not during school hours, and Seth did start the fight, Harry will be placed in two weeks of inschool suspension and Seth will be spending the next two weeks at home." Winking at me, Jen mouthed something I couldn't catch, then turned her attention back down to her paperwork.

A squeal built it's way up my throat, and before I could stop it, it was echoing in the quiet room. Jen didn't look up from her paperwork, but Harry's head snapped in my direction when he heard the girlish noise. I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned widely, my eyes crinkling at the corners and I honestly couldn't care. I was too happy right now to care about something as stupid as me looking like a complete moron. I was two weeks bully free. That means I would be able to walk down the hallways without the fear of someone pushing me into my locker or tripping me.

/Having Harry here may not be such a bad thing after all./