Dead || h.s

seven

Sonaclair

Eyes. I hate them starring at me. Although I feel this way about them 107% of the time, this current event is different. All of the "popular" people (jocks, rich bitches, and active supporters of the pretty-people-have-it-worse cause) must love my face considering it had been a good 24 seconds and no response to Harry's crap introduction. I didn't feel the usual anger, but instead... nerves. I admit, this group of walking hormones and sexual frustration held power (of course not as much as the Asian squad who I'm pretty sure are apart of the mafia). They usually didn't cross my mind until Harry disrupted it.

Is he one of them?

"Hey Rose!" they all shouted in unison.

Maybe their simple minds couldn't keep up with the speed of time and they all just seemingly malfunctioned.

Okay, I know they aren't robots but still...

After sending a warm welcome my way, they all went back to their friends. They seemed to be talking about some sports game.

"Hey dearest Rosalie, why don't you try chatting one of those fine lads up? I want to see your friend's face when you get near another boy." Harry whispered into my ear.

I shivered a bit with a giggle. It kind of tickled. Oh, an idea...

"I'm not doing some unnecessary shit for you Styles! If you want to talk to the guy so much, then do it yourself. I'm not doing your dirty work!" I whisper-yelled so some people could overhear me. Pfft.

Harry Styles is gay? Team Rose - 1

I jumped and turned to see his reaction of flared nostrils and slightly red ears. Everyone's uproar of conversation stopped as they all looked at me. They discussed quietly what they had just heard.

"Golden Boy is gay?"

"Eh..I'm not a fan so much anymore"

Asshole comments as I expected. Can't really change society's outlook on how they handle things they know nothing about.

"I don't care. He's still a good friend"

"He is who he is right? He can still catch a football great"

What? These fake nailed, designer brand 18 year old's should know they don't have me fooled for a second.

"Nice joke Rose. You almost got everyone to believe you" Nathaniel spoke out of no where.

Everyone's eyes suddenly got large in realization.

"Rose you're funny! You almost got me there!" A jock spoke from the crowd.

I'm still too surprised to say anything. I was for sure Styles would get hated on for being different than the expectation. Also his friends, they are actually decent. I scared them away because I didn't want that to ever happened to me. I always assumed they were rude bastards that can rot in hell with the rest of the self-absorbed pest in the world, but they don't seem to be that way.

A loud bell rang, echoing around the house.

"I'll get it" I said before anyone else could move a muscle.

***

It's not long before a house of 200 kids with loud music, alcohol, and other nameless activities gets out of control.

Everyone in the senior class made an appearance. I didn't even know we had so many people at school, let alone 12th grade. I brushed past many grinding couples and awkward looking singles in the living room. Many kids said hi to me, actually knowing who I was while others continued to stare with pity for some reason. They are probably remembering what happened with my dad those 2 years ago. It was all over the news, so I don't keep things a secret exactly. I found Wen and Jen, the infamous leaders of the Asian Squad playing a card game before I could think about my dad anymore.