Bad News

Chapter 8 - Unacceptable

She was taken a back with my outburst for a second. But of course, she is one of those stubborn human being. "I'm telling you this because I care about you, okay?! I saw you on your date last Wednesday. You clearly has feeling for him!"

I laughed, loudly. "First, it wasn't a date. I had already told you that countless times. Second, there is nothing between us but friendship. We are just friends, nothing more, nothing less!"

She scoffed at my explanation. "Sure! Because friends do not get over-excited to go to the dinner with his family."

"Are you kidding? I wasn't over-excited, I was nervous! I only met him for a few days– you know what? I don't have to explain myself to you!" I grabbed my bag along with my phone before walking to the door.

"Listen to yourself! Gracie–"

"Don't you dare Gracie me!" I finally snapped at her. "You barely know him yet you have the guts to say all of this? That's insane!" She was just about to reply when I continue, "I'm so mad at you, I can't even look at you right now." My right hand was quick to grab a grey jumper before finally I stormed out of the room.

To say I'm upset would be an understatement. I mean, Lucy was talking about Harry like he is some kind of horrible person. Harry Styles, the guy who saved me on my first night in Manchester. The one who bought me a fancy dress to meet his family as a friend. He also introduced me to some of his friends. I owe him so much.

And then there is Lucy. We don't talk too much lately seeing as she is always busy partying or snogging Liam. But I know that she cares about me, as much as I care about her. She also saved my life last week, taking me to the hospital when my anxiety attack decided to make its appearance. Lucy is practically my only girl friend here. And you can say that she has my back.

I let out a heavy sigh. There is no way I will choose between them. Both of them are my friends, I can't just take side, can I?

A sound of heels clicking against the pavement about ten minutes after I sat down on the bench near the main building. I didn't really think about it until someone decided to speak.

"I know you."

I look up just to see Sydney stands right in front of me. Behind her are two girls wearing almost the same outfit as her. Great. This is just really great.

"Of course you do," I replied quietly.

"Listen, sweetheart. I'm going to be honest with you. I don't like you, period. You seem sweet but I still don't like you keep hanging out with Harry. We may not together now but we will. So, I'm telling you this; back the fuck off," her voice was so smooth as if she were talking to a pet.

"Sorry but I have to tell you no for that. We are just friends. You don't have to worry about me."

She laughed a little. "Keep trying to convince yourself. How nice. But, sweetheart, I can practically smell your lust from one-hundred yards whenever you're near him."

I rolled my eyes with annoyance. "And clearly you have to go to see your doctor because I don't smell that."

"Don't go all smart on me. I'm not stupid," I almost laughed at her attempt to frighten me up. "Consider this as a warning. If I still see you with him, don't blame me if something happens to you." And with that, she left.

Seriously though, I'm stressed enough with Lucy situation and adding Sydney's warning isn't gonna help me. I didn't sign up for this when I decided to move from Brighton.

I quickly pulled out my phone and pressed a series of familiar number. It rang three times before the owner answered.

"Hello, you just reach–"