'Jerk.' I mumbled.
He didn't notice what I said. We both performed the experiment like good babies. We were done with the experiment but we still had like an hour.
'So, how are you?' He asked me.
'Perfect. And you?' I asked.
'Perfect! You still have the scars of last night's makeup.' He joked.
'Shut up. I don't wear makeup.' I rolled my eyes at him.
He chuckled.
'This beauty can't be natural.' He commented.
'It is. See?' I rubbed my cheeks to prove.
'Okay got it.' He said.
'What does your dad do?' I asked him.
'Uh, he? He, uh owns a farmhouse in North California.' He answered.
'Wow. Can I visit that sometime?' I asked curiously.
'Uh, haha. Sure!' He said in confusion.
'What is it? You're acting weird.' I asked him.
'Nothing really.' He said.
'Okay' I didn't force him.
'What does your dad do?' He asked me.
'He never tells me.' I told him, honestly.
'Why is that?' He asked.
'No idea. I keep asking but he changes the topic.' I told him.
He made weird faces.
The bell rang and the next class was algebra and Harry and I had it together.
We ran to our lockers and took out the books.
We ran to the classroom and found vacant seats.
We sat at the opposite corners of the classroom.
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Months passed like days. And my friendship with Harry strengthened. We were best friends now. He also made friends with Ari. And I realized that I loved Harry so I felt insecure whenever I saw them together. Ari was sure that Harry loved me.
It was Monday and Ariana had to pick me up for the school.
She had picked ne up many times but still had not seen my house. I just felt embarrassed to show them my house. I mean they were billionaires and owned mansions in Beverly hills.
I used to stand at the bus stop where she picked me up from.
I was ready. I walked up to the stop and we drove to the school.
We listened to music all way. Starting from Britney Spears to J.Lo and Miranda Lambert to Disney sound tracks.
'Let's go.' She said, parking the car.
We got out and walked lazily.
'What? You stepped on me twice, Emmy.' She shrieked.
'I'm still sleepy.' I mumbled.
She laughed.
We got into our classrooms. I saw Harry waiting for me.
He was sitting at the back, with a seat next to him booked for me.
I sat down and downed my head.
'Sleepy?' He asked, searching for my eyes.
'Duh.' I mumbled.
'The teacher is here.' He whispered to me and I quickly got up.
The lecture was boring and I kept staring at Harry and I am sure he noticed that.
The break bell rang and I ran to the cafeteria with Harold.
He ordered a pizza for three of us.
'Meet me in the parking lot at 1, Ari. I gotta tell you something.' He said to Ariana.
'Sure.' She said.
'Wait. What's happening? You'll have to tell me, too.' I protested, looking at Harry.
'Sorry, love.' He said, winking at me.
I got up and left them alone. I felt hurt. I went to my classroom, waiting for the teacher. I sat in the first row.
I saw Harry entering the room. He stared at me and went to the back when he saw no vacant seat next to me.
I carefully listened to the lectures and ignored Harry and Ariana.
I preferred talking to the outcasts than talk to Harriana (Harry and Ariana).
I walked fast to the music room with one of the outcasts. They were annoying as hell. They had annoying voices and naturally red hair. They laughed at their own lame jokes. But they were still better than Harriana.
When we entered the room, the girls who were with me quickly got two seats next to each other. I saw Harry sitting alone and that was the only vacant seat in the whole room.
'Yes, Miss Emily. Sit with Harry.' Sir Edward said, politely.
'Yes, sir.' I said, not looking at him.
I went and sat next to him. He was looking at me but I ignored.
'Who is called the queen of pop? Sir Edward asked the students.
'Hey?' Harry whispered to me.
'Sir, it's Madonna.' I answered, to ignore him.
'What's wrong with you?' He whispered.
'I don't think it's important to tell everyone what's wrong with me.' I said, not looking at him.
My heart was fragile now. Every single piece of my heart loved Harry but he didn't love me back. He loved Ariana? I was sure he called her to tell her how he feels about her. I would never talk to them again if it happens.
'Why would you care if I tell Ariana something?' He asked me.
I ignored.
The bell rang and the day was over. It was 1 and Harry ran to the parking lot, ignoring me.
I took a bus and went back home...
