Brace yourself people, the story starts now. Everything is going to change from now on, the real Taylor will be revealed, the real Lillian will come out.

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It was official. Harry and Lillian were both in love, they were happy and were acting like a married couple. I bet they even decided their future kid's name. If they stayed together for that long that is. It was also official that I was heartbroken and probably pining on someone who was never going to be mine. Another thing was official, I had anger issues, maybe. I sat there on the hospital bed, seething inside. I had 
bruised knuckles that the school nurse was currently taking a look at with a disapproving look on her face. "I thought fights were for boys not for girls..." She muttered in what I guessed was an Italian accent. "Look lady, I'm already furious and I don't need a sexist woman to mutter sh*tty things in my f*cking ear. So, back off, okay ?" I sneered and the sexist lady jumped back a little and muttered something in Italian, again. She's going to scratch that pretty little ear of yours. The voice inside my head said. Back off, I said to the voice and of course, the sexist nurse looked at me like I've gained two more heads. I looked down at my knuckles and sighed. I can't believe I wasted my blood and sweat on Harry. That bloody bastard is so stupid.

You all must be wondering what I'm talking about, right ?

Well, it went down like this

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"So, I need your help with something." Harry said as soon as he sat next to me on the school's park bench. "With what ?" I mumbled with my mouth full of the apple that I was chewing. "First, that's gross. Second, I need help with my prom proposal." He said with a happy gleam in his eyes. "Why would you want my help with your proposal ? Isn't it the other way around ? Where you're the one to ask m-" before I could finish what I was saying, Harry cut me off with a huff. "I want to ask Lillian for prom, that's what I need your help with." Harry said with an eye roll.
This time, I didn't feel my heart break into million pieces or hear the voice inside my head telling me how much of a loser I am. This time, I heard my heart beat go faster, my hands forming into fists. I didn't think twice before doing what I did.

I punched Harry. On his face. Broke his nose. Blood. There was a lot of blood.
I looked down and unclenched my fist. "You have a pretty hard bone there, Styles. My knuckles are bruised." I said with a nonchalant shrug.

After that, I was dragged into the principal's office by Mrs. Adams who hated my guts because I once spat in her coffee. Don't ask why, I think the reason was my bad grade in maths. B*tch gave me 23 out of 50. I deserved 20. Why give me three extra marks ? That's wrong. I was given a seven days suspension letter and a punishment which included cleaning the art classroom after school, every day once my suspension finished and then I was sent to the nurse.

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"Okay, I've cleaned them up as much as I could without hurting you but remember, once you get home you have to put your hand inside a bowl filled with ice cold water and make sure to add some ice cubes too! Oh and don't scratch your knuckles. You're good to go now." She said with a sweet smile on her face. That smile still doesn't make up for her being a sexist though. I murmured a thanks and left the horrible smelling room with my fake leather bag hung over my shoulder.

I was worried about Harry. His nose was bleeding pretty badly and on my way out, I didn't see Harry once. I saw Lillian though, she was giving me a nasty eye look. I had to hold myself back from punching her face too. She annoyed me to no extent.
As I was about to step out of the school's building I was stopped by Lillian. Her eyes were red and swollen. Why is she crying ? Did you punch her face instead of Harry's ? The voice laughed and I looked down at Lillian, she was a 5'5. I'm a 5'9. I felt pretty amazing at that moment.
"You're such a bully!" Lillian said with that sweet and calming voice of her. "What ?" I said with my arms crossed against my chest. "You're a bully and that's the truth. You punched your own best friend just because- just because you didn't wanna help him with a simple prom proposal ? Because you-you have feelings for him ? He shouldn't have come to you anyways, he's stupid to have you as his best friend. I've warned him about you, plenty of times actually. He never listens but maybe this time he'll stay away from you." Lillian yelled, she never yelled or maybe I've just never seen her angry. I was taken aback to be honest. I thought Lillian was actually a nice person. I thought she actually liked me. She obviously didn't. So, the girl can act huh ? The voice chuckled and I held myself back from tearing my hair out from my scalp. "Don't talk to me like that ever again, do you hear me ? Harry's my best friend, he'll always be my best friend. Best friends before girlfriends. Bros before hoes remember ?" I said with a sweet smile on my face.
"Yea but we all know you're not a brother or in your case, a sister to Harry. Maybe you're like a sister to him but to you ? Harry's not a brother, you like him don't you ?" Lillian sneered and I stepped back. How did she know I liked him ?
"You're delusional..." I whispered.
"The whole f*cking school knows that you like him, Taylor. Harry knows too, he told me." Lillian said with a smirk on her face.
This girl is so not what I thought she was.
"You know what ? I don't have time for your bullsh*t," I said and ran away. Yes, I, Taylor Wilson ran away from Lillian because I was afraid of getting exposed. F*ck that, I was already exposed.

The whole school knows about my feelings ? Am I that obvious ? Were the only thoughts that swam in my mind.
Harry knew about my feelings too ?
I felt betrayed, heartbroken, sad, angry but I felt guilty the most. Who punches their own best friend ? If Harry knew about my feelings then why did he always came to me and told me about his feelings ?

Lillian's right, I'm a bully. I'm mad, I'm crazy, I'm psychotic.

Things escalated quickly, didn't they ?