The Good Girl *EDITING*

Chapter Seven.

- Darcy's POV -

It's been three weeks since I've started Danielle and I's plan. Ashton never saw Harry and Harry never saw Ashton. I'm not pretty sure if Zayn knows. 

 He came three times to my house, but I never noticed if he saw Ashton. 

How does it feel dating two boys?

It is so stressing, you always have to pretend you're a different person with each. With Harry, I'm the cute shy person. With Ashton, I'm the funny 'spontaneous' girl. 

What about who you really are?

I am the mixed up girl for the moment, I never was. I always was organized, too bad, that changed. 

Don't you feel guilty?

Yes, yes I do. I feel terribly guilty and I wish I can break up with them both. I wish I could, I don't want to hurt him. Especially that Harry is so happy.

Would you rewind and change all of this?

No, no I wouldn't. As much as I wish I was in a different situation, I don't want to change what has been planned for me. 

Maybe it's for the best as Dani says, maybe.

Let's forget about all this crap conversation between my brain and I, and remember that I and Ash got to Skype with Eveline, that girl dyed her hair blue, she's crazy.

She's feelong way better  after she broke up with her boyfriend. She actually started her art career, she always liked to draw. 

"I feel way better that he confessed that he cheated on me" Eveline says, smiling.

Ouch, that made me feel guilty. I wish I could just say it all. 

"Class, each take a paper and write about sharing." Mrs. Winston says. "Believe me or not, but swearing is allowed."

What? I'm allowed to swear? This is the first time Mrs. Winston lets us swear on something we write.

She always wrote an 'F' if she sees a swear word. 

"Williams, F for fucking and shit." She says, handing me the paper.

Ugh, that day was horrible.

She knew that I hate writing, but that slut insisted to 'make my writing skills better' or as I call it get my grades lower.

I take a paper from my bag and sigh, what the hell should I write? Sharing? Seriously?

I decide to start writing, even if it was going to be shit. At least shit is better than nothing, Mrs. Winston is so fucking strict with time.

Sharing? Sharing is the joint use of a resource or space. In its narrow sense, it refers to joint or alternating use of an inherently finite good, such as a common pasture or a shared residence. It is also the process of dividing and distributing. Apart from obvious instances, which we can observe in human activity, we can also find many examples of this happening in nature. When an organism takes in nutrition or oxygen for instance, its internal organs are designed to divide and distribute the energy taken in, to supply parts of its body that need it. Flowers divide and distribute their seeds. In a broader sense, it can also include free granting of use rights to a good that can be treated as a nonrival good, such as information. Still more loosely, “sharing” can actually mean giving something as an outright gift: for example, to “share” one's food really means to give some of it as a gift. Sharing is a basic component of human interaction, and is responsible for strengthening social ties and ensuring a person’s well-being.