The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 10

Monday.

4:00 a.m.

Wide awake...and scared.

What was school going to be like today? I need to go to sleep. I haven't slept since the other night when Harry stayed over. But he was the reason I hadn't slept.

I didn't know what to expect from him today. Harry was the only person I knew that cared about me. I knew he cared. He wouldn't ever admit it, but I knew he cared for me as a friend as much as he didn't want to be my friend. Maybe I frightened him... Maybe he wasn't used to people telling him how it is.

I layed down in my comfy bed and looked out my favorite window. The leaves were falling off the tree tops getting ready for winter. The best part about being here was the forest that lined the roads, the houses, and everywhere I went. I was so sick of palm trees and open roads in Florida. It was nice to see a good thick forest full of different kinds of foilage and thickness.

I continued thinking of all the things that were so much different here than they were in Florida. The pro's and the con's of the whole situation.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm startled me as I was lost in thought. My hand found the snooze button and I jumped out of bed and into the shower getting ready for this dreadful day.

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"That party was soooooo sick!" Logan gloated making sure the whole classroom heard about his weekend. "I didn't even see you for the rest of the night. Where'd you go off too?"

"I, ugh, I hung out with Vincent," I said quietly.

"Oh..." he chuckled. "You 'hung' out with Vincent." He winked at me. I shook my head to prove him wrong.

"Vincent and I didn't do anything," I shrugged. "Harry just took me home."

"The Styles' are freaks. They're insane to party with but I wouldn't ever hang out with them outside of one," he judged.

"Harry's pretty nice sometimes," I muttered hoping I had a lasting friendship forming with the English boy.

"Harry is only nice to a girl if he wants in her pants. That dude's been around the block and back. Got to give him credit though. Girls love a beast in the sheets," he winked at me.

"Humph," I scoffed defeated. Maybe Harry was a bad idea... "Have you ever seen him get angry? Like really angry..."

"One time in the fifth grade he popped me in the nose on the playground because I was throwing ants on girls," Logan laughed reliving the memory. I found myself laughing with him.

"That's totally something you would do, too!" I giggled, poking fun at him.

"Yeah I know," he quieted down. "But I've seen him get pretty angry at his brothers at tons of parties. He's hard to cool down, I know that for a fact. Harry is definitely a hot head. Maybe, that's why all the girls like him more than me," he frowned.

"You need to step your game up, Logan," I smiled giving him a punch in the arm. He faked like it hurt and then the teacher started class.

So Harry was a full-blown hot-head. I wonder if he was the instagator though... Did he start the fights or did he finish them? Or even both? This boy was just getting the best of me and I needed to calm down. He makes me feel all hectic and distraught.

I walked with Logan to lunch and sat down next to him after the third bell of the day. Logan was nice to talk to. He was funny and he could be charming if he wanted to be. He just wasn't my type. I wished he was though. It would make life a whole lot easier right about now.