Dusk h.s.

Chapter 21

Tomorrow comes faster than I expect and I'm actually overjoyed to go to my idiot math class.

I hurry to get dressed then practically run downstairs. I haven't eaten since....wow....I didn't eat at all yesterday. I hurry into the kitchen and only realize just how hungry I am when I take a bite of toast and let the hot sensation of crisp bread fill my taste buds with delight.

Afterwards, I make my way to school on foot, considering my lack of a car and lack of patience to wait for a bus.

When I get halfway down my neighborhood, I see a familiar car.

Oh my god.

"I thought you might need a ride."

I run and nearly tackle Harry to the ground as I jump in his arms. He pushes me against the car door and places his hungry lips on mine, making sure to make them sore.

We're basically making out in the middle of my small neighborhood, but for once, I let lose and let him kiss me.

Afterwards, I jump in his car and wait for him to meet me on the other side.

I can't believe I actually have a day of not walking to school. I can't believe I'm actually happy to go to school.

When I get to school, Harry walks me to my locker and then we head to first hour.

I take my seat and Harry looks curiously over at the blond haired boy who seems to be taking his seat.

"You wanna get the fuck out my seat?" He immediately jumps.

Luke looks up at him confusingly. "Chill man. What the fuck is your problem?"

"I happen to fuckin sit right here."

"Well, I'm not moving!" Luke shoots back.

Oh goodness....

"Mr. Styles!" Mr. Fill calls out as he appears in the classroom. "You can take your previous seat over there." He points to a few rows away from me where Harry used to sit before he started bugging me.

"The fuck I will! I was here!"

"And now you sit there." Mr. Fill is still gesturing to the seat across the room and Harry still stands next to me.

"I'm not fucking sitting over there!"

"Mr. Styles, you will not use profane language in my class. Now take your seat there or find one in the front office."

"Bull-"

"Harry." I stop him, causing his attention to go directly to me, immediately. I can see his shoulders relax as he calms down. "Just go sit down, okay?"

He looks like he wants to protest, but doesn't. He gives one last look at Luke and slowly makes his way over to his new assigned seat.

I take a seat behind Luke, and he turns, giving me a look of confusion. "What's his problem?"

I shake my head. "He just has anger issues."

"He must really like you if he wants to kill someone over a fucking seat just to sit next to you."

I smile slightly. "He's my boyfriend, actually."

He takes his dark lip ring between his teeth, biting it softly before his eyes move to Harry's momentarily. "Him? You're dating tattoo guy?"

"Is that some kind of joke?"

"Not at all." He says before smiling slightly and turning back to face the front of the small room where Mr. Fill is writing foreign math symbols on the board once again.

What is with this kid? What is with Harry? What is with all the foreign people in this school?