Settle down

Chapter 6

I enjoy French class. A little bit too much I think. Harry and I haven't even started our project yet and it has to be finished in five days. I've never been this late with anything.

I head to the lunch room where I'm supposed to meet up with Sally and probably her gang aswell. That includes Paul. Ugh. I can't put my finger on what, but there is something odd about him. I don't mean to be judging, but he called me "babe" after one day and he is extremely rude to Harry. Maybe they have a past. It's hard, but I really should stay out of it.

I walk into the cafeteria and see Sally, alone, that was unexpected.

"Hey Sally. Where are the others?" I ask when I get to her.

"Um, Paul wanted to go to the strip club downtown. It's the only place where they don't mind serving alcohol to underage." She says and whispers while saying "strip club".

"How come you didn't go with them?" I ask. I'm kind of glad that she didn't go with them, but gotta ask why.

"I'm not really into that stuff. It's not that I don't drink, I just think that school is more important than getting drunk..." She says and drift off with her eyes.

"Sally, if you don't mind me asking. Why are you friends with them? You are so different. In a good way that is." I like Sally. She is real and genuine and sweet. The others are just way too much. They are all like Paul.

"Well, I don't really know. I guess we just grew together. Our gang have known each other since we were twelve, but as we grew older Paul, Lisa, Oona and Jack just kind of got into other things and I just hung around." She says and looks down at her feet.

"Well for what it's worth, I think you are much cooler and fun-er." I say and give her a quick hug.

The bell rings and I head to my next class. History. I walk into the classroom and take my usual seat in the front. Students begin to well in and among all voices talking over each other, I hear one posh british accent. I look back and I see that my ears were right. Harry together with three others take seats in the back of the room. They all share the same....style, but Harry is definitely the best looking one. The others have weird colored hair and too many tatoos and piercings. Harry has just the right amount of badassness. What did I just say?

Harry and his group of friends walk up to the teacher and says something and when they pass me my mouth gets the brilliant idea of saying hi.

"Hey Harry" He looks at me surprised and his friends look at me and then at him. Then he continues walking and his friends follow. As they walk to the back again I can hear them talking.

"Who the hell was that?" The guy with black hair and tattooed skin says.

"I was wondering the same thing" Harry answers. Ouch.

He doesn't take note of me once for the entire class and I don't mind. We're not friends, we're just partners in French class. Nothing more. And I get it, it's not cool to be friends with the new girl who sits at the front of the class and doesn't have a single piercing or tattoo.

The class ends and I am the first one to leave the room. I head towards my next and last class and try to not let my irritation show. I know that we weren't besties, but he could say that I was in his French class or just say that I'm Lola. That wuss didn't do any of them. I hate that I am mad at him. Why am I even mad?

So he's pretending that that he doesn't know me, very well Harry, because two can play that game.