His Love L.Tomlinson

26. A Night Out

A Night Out

"It feels so great to be back in school," I sighed, walking through the double doors with Harry. He shook his head at me in disgust.

"How could you miss school so much?" he asked, rolling his eyes at me. "All I see is a bunch of walking blood bags."

"Harry," I scolded, smacking his arm and glaring at him. "You can't talk like that. And I'll have you know, these people are much more than just walking blood bags."

He only rolled his eyes in response, telling me he would see me in class and headed for his locker. I waved goodbye, making my way to my locker, but not before running into Jessica along the way. I looked at her evilly she frowned at me.

"What?" she asked, going to her locker across the hall from me.

"You've just forgotten about me and Harley since you and Liam became a thing or whatever," I explained, grabbing my book. I shut my locker, turning to face the girl still digging around in hers. She shrugged, looking at me.

"He's nice, Kam. I really like him and I think we're getting somewhere," she said, shutting her locker and walking up to me. "I like him so much," she smiled, looping her arm in mine. I gave her a half smile, still not pleased that she was ditching us a lot for Liam, but I understand.

I wasn't perfect when I met Michael. Michelle can say the same. I ditched her a lot for him and got angry when she told me he was no good. And just like that, she was right. Michael turned out to be a douche who made my junior year a living hell, and some of my senior.

So in a way, I can't entirely blame her.

"Okay, so, I suppose you wouldn't be free tonight to just hang out?" I asked as we wandered down the hall to the cafeteria for breakfast.

She looked at me with a sly smile. "Actually, I am free to do whatever you want. Any plans?"

"Well, we were thinking about jumping off a cliff, if you're interested?" I asked, grabbing some food for my plate. Jessica looked at me crazily. She sure does have a habit of taking things so literal. "Jess, I'm kidding. But Harley, Michelle, and I wanted to go to this party Brian's throwing at his place."

"Oh, you mean that super cute boy you met a few days? I didn't take him as a party throwing type," she said as we went for our table. "I guess I could go to a party. But, do people normally throw parties on week days?"

"Yeah, they actually do. Besides, I'm interested in whether or not Brian's good at throwing parties."

"He's new, isn't he? Who would come to a newbies party?"

"I guess we're going to find out tonight, huh?"

As we began to eat, Harley was walking up with her food, an angry expression on her face. I looked at Jessica questioningly and I just shrugged, just as lost as she was. Harley sat down and angrily began munching on her apple slices.

Jessica and I refused to speak until she spoke to us first. I learned out the hard way that we don't ask her what's wrong until she told us herself. The last time I did that, I thought she was going to throw her desk across the room. Ooh, the girl has some serious issues if you ask me.

"Ugh! I hate people!" she screamed angrily.

"May we ask now?" I asked, patiently. She glared at me and I took that as an angry yes. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"That bitch, Jock is so fucking, ugh! I can't even stand him at the moment. I so badly need Jesus! Are we still going out tonight?"

"Only if you want to," I responded.