Standing Up

Part 2

"Shit." I muttered under my breath as Brittany's model-like stature walked across the hall to me. Her two equally bitchy looking friends followed behind her, forming a triangle with her as the top point.

"Excuse me," she said with an attitude playing in her voice, "but WHY are you staring at my boyfriend? I mean look at the difference between you and me." She motioned towards my outfit with a disgusted look on her face. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to block out her judgement.

"I-I'm" I tried to muscle out an 'I'm sorry' but it didn't quite make it out, considering her intimidating aura.

"Shut up," she said waving her hand in my face, "just listen, your place is away from me and my boyfriend, and with your loser friends. You will never have a chance with him because you're a worthless, ugly, nobody. Got it?" With everyone of her words she stepped closer and locked her eyes intimidatingly on mine.

"Got it.." I said peering down at my feet, tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"Good!" She huffed. Brittany spun around and walked up to harry again, who had an aggravated look on his face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and said something I couldn't quite hear.

Harry's POV

"What's wrong baby?" She asked with an exaggerated pout.

"Sometimes I just don't understand you." I said pulling her arms away from me, rejecting her grasp.

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"Why do you have to go and be so mean to her? You know we used to be really close don't you?"

"Oh Harry, you're so sweet," she said brushing my curls from my forehead, "but the key words there are 'used to' because now, you're with me. You're part of the people at this school who actually matter."

"Everyone matters, Brittany."

"Ugh Harry stop talking like that! You're kinda starting to piss me off! You sound like one of those losers right now!" She stepped closer to me and once again wrapped her arms around my neck, "but we can work on that, Harry." She attempted to be seductive, but just came off as needy. I once again rejected her arms, as I strolled away from her frustrated attitude.

Belle's POV

Tori ran up to Brittany to "apologize for my attitude". Ugh whatever.

Tori was always trying to suck up to the popular girls. I guess it's just her personality, her wanting to be noticed. But that's the one thing about her that gets me angry. I mean, am I seriously not 'good enough' to be her friend?

I rushed down the hall way to my 4th period Spanish class. I looked down at my book making sure I had grabbed the right one, when I bumped into a large figure. I stumbled back onto the floor, landing on my bum. I quickly retrieved my book and stood to my feet.

"Hey! Not so fast, hell belle!"

I hadn't taken the time to recognize the figure with my eyes, but my ears did a pretty good job. Trent's voice is unrecognizably scary and put a knot in my stomach.

"Trent, I'm gonna be late." I pleaded.

"Psh, I don't care," he said while forcefully pushing me against the wall of lockers. A finger trailed the exposed skin at the bottom of my shirt, "c'mon hell belle, don't be afraid.." He said inching closer to my face.

Before Trent could make his move, a quick large figure grabbed his shoulder and forcefully spun him around, then threw a devastating fist into his face. The figure then grabbed my hand and led me down the hall way.

Again, I hadn't taken the time to register this new figure, but I now have a free moment to observe my heroic rescuer.

It was Harry.

"Are you alright, love?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Yea I'll be okay. Thank you for getting him off of me."

"No problem. If he's ever giving you trouble, just come to me and I'll help you."

"Thanks, Harry"

There was an awkward pause before the impending question formed on his lips.

"What ever happened to us? We used to be such great friends until about tenth grade."

I hugged my book close to my chest as I looked back on those painful memories.

"That's when you started dating Brittany. You were the cool guy and I was... 'Hell Belle'. That's how it's always going to be, Harry. People just gravitate towards you, and... Get pushed away from me. I don't think we'll ever be friends like we used to be."

I spun around and began to walk away, when I felt a large hand clamp down on my wrist.

"Yes we can. I want to be best friends again, Belle. I miss you....allot. How about one of our famous Disney Movie Nights at my house? I really miss those.."

His eyes pleaded with mine. He genuinely did want to be friends again. To be honest, I really missed him too. But I'm sure I missed him in a different way then he missed me. I had always secretly hoped that one of those movie nights would end with a kiss from Harry. But it never occurred. But I guess I'm still clinging to the hope of it, because I nodded my head 'yes' ,in response to his question.

"Great," he said with dimples playing on his smirk, "Tomorrow, my place, eight o'clock." He said nudging my cheek with his bent pointer finger. He skipped off down the hall as I turned around smirking.

"Crap!" I silently exclaimed, realizing that I was late for Spanish class.