Louis' POV:
Harry grunted as Mr. Horan passed out the assignment. "Kay, so since you're the nerd, you do all the work and I'll take credit for it." Harry told me. I sighed as I started the paper, "Whatever douche."
I finished the paper except for one problem. "Harry, you're at least going to do this one." He looked down at the paper. "I'm not doing it. I'm stupid." I examined him for a moment and spoke, "Are you stupid, or are you just not applying yourself?" After ten minutes of looking for the answer in the book, Harry gave up, wrote 'Fuck this' and then turned it in.
Harry's POV:
Something about the way that Louis and I almost instantly became friends made me feel...happy. I can feel this friendship blossoming. "Louis?" I asked at the end of the class. "Are we friends?" He nodded yes and smiled.
I went to my locker and the quarter back, Josh, approached me. "You talking to that nerd? Bitch, I thought you were cool.." He shoved me against my locker. The combination lock stabbing my back. Zayn stepped in. "Josh, chill. Go away." Josh balled up his hand into a fist, exchanged glances with Zayn, then walked away. "Thank, man." I said. Zayn instantly got serious. "Really bro? Befriending a loser?" I shooshed him and lowered my voice, "Only for help in school. I'm failing and my mum would kill me if I flunk my senior year. He's a nerd and he helps me. You're good at math, add that up."
