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

Chapter 19

"See you tonight Ric!" I called as I threw my bag into my backseat.

"Be safe on the roads," he said sternly as he leaned on the door frame.

"I will," I shut my door and drove early to school in order to get a good spot.

Harry was going to let me have it. Of course I would just explain to him that I wanted to show off my present. Whether he believed it or not would be a different story.

Harry's POV

I rushed up to Callie's front door and knocked on it. I knew I was a little late but it was because I made her breakfast this morning. Or actually, I went to the grocery store and picked up some apples and coffee.

"Hey Hazza. What are you doing here?" Ric asked confused in a white v-neck and sweat pants.

"I'm here to pick up Callie. We're supposed to be riding to school together," I smirked.

"She's already left about ten minutes ago actually. I'm sure she'll see you at school," Alaric muttered getting ready to shut the door.

"Alright. See ya Alaric," I spoke as I walked angrily to my car.

Fuck this. I knew better than to get my hopes up. Callie was a girl which meant she was no better than the rest of them. She wasn't different. She got what she wanted. She played me. She played my game on me. What the fuck?! How could I let myself get caught up in something I knew would never be possible?!

I slammed my fists on the wheel and drove to school waiting to confront her. Oh, you want to play this game Callie Steele. Let's play.

As I pulled into the student parking lot I saw her standing with her "friends" by her new car. They all were gloating around it like buzzards on a dead animal.

She looked absolutely amazing today. Her hair was up in a top knot with a cotton black headband around her hairline that also covered her ears keeping them warm in this frigid weather. She wore a normal sweater with a huge heavy coat resting over her small shoulders. And a pair of riding boots over her light skinny jeans. I noticed her look up as I parked in my usual spot across from where she just happened to park.

I grabbed the coffee I bought her and my own. My white converse fell to the slick ice covered pavement as I got out of my car. I casually walked over to her and her friends. By the looks on their faces they didn't know what to do. Especially Kristen and Logan. The two biggest idiots of that crowd.

"Hey..." Callie half-heartedly smiled at me as I began to get in hearing range of them.

"Next time don't be a fucking pussy," I growled tossing the coffee onto her new car, making the brown liquid splash all over the front end. Her whole group clustered around gasping.

I sulked off and into the school. I'm sick of her and this stupid game.

"Harry!" she screamed. I continued forward not listening to her stupid blathering. "HARRY STYLES!" she shrieked and I involuntarily turned around, my own body betraying me.

"What Callie? I whispered giving a sarcastic smile.

"What the heck was that?" she asked clearly confused and upset. She was jogging to me now and I couldn't wait for her to slip on the icey pavement.

"You're friends over there don't appreciate you talking to me," I spoke looking past her and at her so called friends whispering about us.

"Does it look like I care?!" she shook her head flustered.