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*honk honk*

"I'm coming!" I yelled, although I don't think he heard me.

"Aren't you eating with us today?" My dad questioned as I ran around between the living room and our kitchen to get my bag packed.

"Sorry, I'm late." I said, ruffling Luke's hair, which was full of gel.

"Hey!" He said annoyed still looking at his iPad. I let out a giggle and kissed my dad on the cheek, stuffed an apple in my mouth and ran to the car.

"I love you." I heard my dad yell with a chuckle as I closed the door behind me.

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"You're late." Harry said as I stepped into the car.

"Later better than never right?" I replied with a smirk.

"Actually, it's „better late than never". Nice try though." Harry corrected me. I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my apple.

This was gonna be the first day of senior year. The last first day before I'll go to college. I was so excited for college back then. I had applied to Yale and Harvard university (and many others, but these were my dream ones). Harry had applied to the same ones as me. Rule #19: Always go to the same school as your bestie. A rule that possibly could cause problems - but we'll figure it out.

The car stopped and we had arrived at the high school. Harry jumped a little too excited out of the car, ran to the other side to open the door for me. Cute you might think? No. I hate it, and he totally knows that. I nudged him and stepped out of the car. I looked at the school's way to dirty sign and imagined my favorite feel-good song „Golden" playing in the back as if I were in some kind of movie.

🎶Golden, golden, golden🎶
🎶As I open my eyes🎶
🎶Hold it, focus, hoping🎶

"Hellooo? Earth calls Y/N?" Harry said waving his hand up and down before my eyes. I shook my head and nudged him with a smile. We then made our way to our classrooms. We sadly didn't have any periods together on Mondays, which really sucked as I spent all my time with Harry and therefore only had a few other friends. As I walked into the classroom I bumped into this guy.

"Hey! Watch where you're going- wait, who are you? are you? Man, when did you get those-" he questioned, but I cut him off and made my way to a seat in the back. Boys really do think of nothing but boobs and butts.

The bell rang and everyone found their seats - except for me who's already sitting. My math teacher started teaching and I listened carefully. I'm quite good at math and I really enjoyed Mr Smith's classes. He was my favorite teacher. Math was also the only place where I felt like I was good enough..

"Can anyone tell me what X equals?" Smith said looking around at the students, who clearly wasn't listening at all.

He shook his head and turned to face the blackboard. I, of course, as the only one had my hand raised and as he let out a sigh he called my name; "Yes Y/N?"

"X equals 21, as you naturally need to divide the two numbers first and then take the square root of that." I said confidently with a smile. Mr Smith looked at me, returned the smile and then wrote 21 on the blackboard. I'm pretty sure I was his favorite student.

I heard some girls laughing next to me. I looked to left and in the row in front of me Tailor and Mckenna was sitting. The two popular girls. I rolled my eyes and my hope of this school year becoming different suddenly faded away. I turned my head the other way and I met Tom's eyes. Tom's eyes? What was he doing in my class? I had thought he would be in another (dumber) class, since he had repeated senior year twice. He just turned 19 at the time and was still in high school. That's why I was confused by him being in the same class as me.

I quickly looked away, but I could still feel his eyes on me. What was he staring at? I opened my laptop to check if I had anything sitting on my face. Nothing. I then closed it, pulled myself together and faced him.

"What!?" I mouthed. He smirked, shrugged and then looked down at the pencil in his hand.

"Tailor, Mckenna and.. um.. Y/N!" Mr Smith said.

"What!?" I questioned and quickly turned my look to Mr Smith.

"You're in group together." He answered.

I looked over at the girls and rolled my eyes. Great. Typical first school day.

"Heinrich, Y/N clearly doesn't wanna be in group with those girls." Tom suddenly said with his hand raised. Typical of him to call our teacher by his first name. So provocative and out of manners. On the other side, he's trying to help me - and I appreciated that.

"And what are we gonna do about that Mr Holland?" Smith replied politely. Tom shrugged and rolled his eyes. Mr Smith turned his look to me and repeated himself "Tailor, Mckenna and Y/N."

Well, he's my favorite teacher most of the time, not all the time.. I got up, walked towards the girls and sat down at their table. They didn't even notice.

"Aren't you just so excited for the party this weekend? I am." Tailor asked Mckenna excitingly.

"So excited. You're gonna look so so so hot in that dress." Mckenna replied and chewed her gum even louder than before, just as the mean girls in movies.

Tailor then turned to face me and questioned "Are you going?" with a serious face.

"I- umm, I don't really know." I had no idea what they were talking about. What party? I was most likely not invited. I never was.

"She's probably not invited." Tailor said, as if she could read minds, and giggled.

"And if she is, it's probably because Tom's mother forced him to." Mckenna added and they were both laughing their heads off.

So that's the party they were talking about.
Tom was gonna celebrate his 19th birthday the upcoming weekend. Harry had invited me to a sleepover the same weekend. I knew Harry wanted to attend his big brother's party (with hot girls), but he knew that I didn't - and as the greatest friend (in the whole wide world) he is, he was gonna keep me company instead.

"Shouldn't we just get started with the problems?" I said and they started to laugh even more.

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"Heyyyyyy" Harry said and banged the locker next to mine and made me jump.

"Stop scaring me like that!" I said annoyed.

"Let me think about it.." He said and made a thinking face, "Never." We both said in unison and then laughed.

"So about that sleepover.." He started with an unclear voice.

"Yeah?" I said, already knowing what he's going to say.

"Can we please just cancel that and join the party?" He finished. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Pleaseeeee." He begged and shook his head so his curls wiggled while he made the puppy eyes.

"Harry, as I've said before - I think you should go to the party! Don't let me keep you from going! You know how I am."

"Yes, boring." He mumbled scratching his nose.

"I'm not gonna be at the party." I said, ignoring him.

"I know. You're so, um, never mind. It doesn't hurt trying to change your mind tho." He said discouraged, but then continued a little happier; "So you'll be at my house at 7 pm and I'm ready with popcorn and soda. Bye." He banged the locker again and did the finger guns as he slowly skipped away. I chuckled and trundled after him as we're supposed to go home together. "He's such a dork." I giggled to myself.