Dusk h.s.

Chapter 91

A few days pass. We are in English class when our teacher explains the school sleepover next Friday.

"Make sure to bring a sleeping bag and any materials you need."

I roll my eyes. I don't wanna go to this dumbass thing.

"Chaperones will be there to collect medicine and certain things. We will watch the comet at midnight and all gather in the gym."

"You have to go." Luke says.

"No way!"

"It'll be fun."

"No thanks. Watching comets at midnight isn't really my idea of fun."

"Come on. Be beautiful. The starlit sky will be lit up. It'll be beautiful."

I shake my head, rolling my eyes. "Oh Lucas, you confuse me."

He smirks and turns back to the front.

I see Harry with a disapproving look on his face at my conversation with Luke.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from Harry occupies the screen.

"Still sleeping with the Australian liar?"

Okay, now I'm pissed.

"WE'RE NOT SLEEPING TOGETHER!"

Everyone is quiet. Eyes surround me on every side, staring right at me. What did I just do? There's a classroom full of people looking at me like I'm the latest slut of the school. I guess what I said didn't really help my case either.

My mouth drops open. I look over at Gabbi who has the same facial expression. Luke copies our expression. Harry just smirks in amusement. Jerk.

"Um......I need to be excused." I run out the classroom as fast as I can, going straight to the bathroom. I find a stall and start to vomit.

I can't believe I just said that in front of the whole class. I can just imagine the questions pondering their minds.

Who is she 'not' sleeping with? Are they really sleeping together? Are they a thing? Are her and Styles officially done? Why the hell did I do that?

"Anna? Where are you?"

Gabbi's voice echos through the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" I call from inside a stall.

"I came to check on you."

"Why?"

"Well....we're kinda friends."

"Well....I'm kinda throwing up."

"Dude, what happened?"

"Harry sent me this text about sleeping with Luke. I guess I overreacted."

"Maybe just a little."

I appear outside the stall. "I don't think I can go back in there."

She shakes her head. "It's okay. I'll take care of it. Go home. Get some rest."

I nod. We both head in opposite directions. She goes back to class while I head out to the parking lot to get my car.

I drive home, crying to myself. Damn, I'm a mess.

When I get home, I go straight upstairs. No one is home, but me. That damn dog shows up in my room, jumping on my bed.

"Go away bitch!" I push the dog off my bed, but she doesn't have it. She jumps back up, laying next to me, urging me to pet her. "Why do you like me so much? I'm so fucking mean to you?"