M I L A

I was in disbelief. Grayson was going to get in a fight over something stupid but you know what? I expect that from him. He's so childish. When is he going to grow up? When is he going to realize that I don't really like him? That I despise his soul and everything he stands for with a passion? When is he going to understand?

On the other hand, my mind wondered to Harry. I wanted- No, need to apologize to him. Grayson had no right whatsoever. Besides he was already starting to warm up to me. He was funny and intelligent. Not to forget I could stare into his eyes all day and how undeniable cute he was.

Now reflecting back on it, I had agreed to a date with Grayson O'Conner. What have I gotten myself into? I didn't know what I was doing or saying. I was just in the moment because I didn't want Harry to turn into air. Non-exisisting.

I should just call the date off already because I know what to expect out of Grayson. Touching me constantly, making sex jokes, telling me how he's going to give it to me so bad I won't be able to think straight. I've heard it all before. But the bigger question is: What will my dad think?

Dad respects Grayson as a football player but he knows about his provocative ways in school. I don't blame him either. If I was him I wouldn't want me dating him. But it's not just what my dad thinks; it's how he'll react when I tell him. If I tell him.

Damn it.

H A R R Y

As if waiting upon my arrival, everyone's head turned my direction. All I could hear were whispers and cold stares when I got my seat. No undoubtedly whispering about my confrontation with Grayson.

The teacher began talking about. . .whatever it was as I was already deep in my thoughts.

I was kind of grateful that Mila saved me but on the other hand I regretted it. Now she's going on a date with, with that arse when it should be me. As far as know Mila doesn't even like Grayson. Can't he take the hint? And I see the shimmer in her eye when she talks to me. I make her laugh and I'm not a pig, making her uncomfortable with blatant sex jokes. I have respect for her.

Now reflecting on this, I already have drama on my second day. That should be some kind of record, right?

There was a sudden tap on my shoulder from the person behind me. I looked over my shoulder slightly to see a ruffled brown-hair, ocean blue green guy. "So you're the one that pushed Grayson's buttons?"

"Suppose I did," I replied to the stranger. I turned back around to the front.

"Badass," he said. He said it as if I was god-like. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Harry," I said smoothly.

"I'm Louis." Now I had a name with a face.


At the end of class. . .


As the bell rung out to release us, I got out in a hurry, want to surpass the cafeteria incident. Heading down the hallway to my next class, someone calls my name.

"Harry, wait up!" When I turned around it was Louis coming to me in a rush. As he catched up to me, we began walking again. "So um, what was that thing all about anyway?" He sounded like a reporter trying to get the news of the day.

"He didn't make quarterback this year," I stated not wanting to go into full detail.

"That it?" He asked not really believing my half lie. I sighed. There was no use of holding it back. One way or another, people are going to put one and one together.

"And over this girl, Mila," I said trying my best to get away from him. All I wanted to do was to get to class.

"Mila Thompson? Coach Thompson's daughter? The track star? Blondish hair? High cheekbones? That Mila?" I smiled. Yeah, that Mila. The one and only.

"Yeah, that's the one." We had gotten to my English class. As I stood in front of the door with Louis, I saw her sitting in the back all by her lonesome. Her mind seemed distraught by something. No, someone.

I told Louis I'd see him later and strolled into class. Her eyes had met mine and she smiled. She had only smiled briefly then it slowly phased into a straight line. Why do girls do that? They put on a smile when truly they're hiding something. You ask them what's wrong and say nothing. They go about it like its a regular day when its not. Girls are good liars.

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