Just You and Me ~h.s story~

Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in some time. I'm just busy. But thanks for reading. By the way the picture is of Emma glaring while she talks to Harry.

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Harry was shocked about what I had just done, I mean sure it wasn't much. And for a girl to do it that is a bit unexpected, since boys do that to their mates. Once when I was in 6th grade, a girl just slammed a guy's arse with her hand and the poor boy ran to the boy's bathroom in front. I hated that guy with all my heart but still felt bad for him since a girl with no friends at all did it to him.

"Come one Rachel, there is no point standing and looking at jerk face like his. Anyways we are going to get late for class.", I begged. She nodded her head and tore her eye's of his face. What did the girl see in him?He isn't cute, nice, funny, but he is always happy and grinning. It gets kind of creepy sometimes. How would you llike it if you punched someone on the face and they kept smiling. You see what I'm talking about. No? Oh well. I pulled Rachel by her hand and made her stand a few feet away from Harry, then I went up to him and said, "You do something like that again to any girl, even if she isn't my friend, I will hurt you and torture you until you beg for death. And the funny thing will be you won't get it! But for now this will have to do." I punch his face square at his nose.

I run to where Rachel was standing with an amused look on her face. We were about to turn around when we heard Mrs.Jem's voice, "Girls you have 2 minutes to get to class, let's go, go, go!", she exclaimed. Me and Rachel split up and ran to our classes.

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I entered my classroom to see Harry sitting in my desk. That's weird, he isn't even in this class. Nyleah was whispering in his ear, he turned and saw me and quickly moved to the next empty desk beside my desk. I mouthed Thank you to Nyleah, she grinned.

I noticed how Mr.Lee was not in class and everyone was talking, I quickly sat at my seat and turned to Nyleah. I told her what happened to Rachel and Cece with Mr.Jerkface, aka Harry Styles.

"He thinks he has style 'cause of his last name, he doesn't!", I spilled my thoughts about him. She giggled. I turned to see Harry's puzzled face. "I think I have style because of my last name?" He asked me. I was about to reply when Mr.Lee entered the classroom. So I simply nodded my head.

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