Chapter 3

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"Isn't the girl going out with Harry, like, a bitch?"

I turned around to see another freshman talking about Audrey.

I don't even know who this girl is, someone on the track team. 

I but right into the conversation;

"I've known Audrey since kindergarden and she's actually not at all."  I peered over the girl standing in front of me's shoulder to look at the girl bashing Audrey.

"Oh. Well. She just seems like a bitch."

Then she started talking about Harry.

"I don't get why he wears her hair tie on his wrist. Like, I asked him and he even said 'I don't know.' It looks stupid."

I think that's the cutest thing. I have never heard of a boyfriend wearing their girlfriends hair tie around their wrist, thats so different, yet perfect. But I seriously dont even know who this girl is and she's just bashing on my friends. And Audrey has done nothing to no one ever.

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"Meet me at the staircare to makeout."

I almost started laughing in the middle of class. I dont even remember what class I was in, but Harry always had me laughing as we would message during class. I never really see him in school because we dont have any classes together, but we're always still talking.

Of course he's joking right now about wanting to go meet up to make out, its Harry.

"1pm."  I told him

I have Global class at 1pm so it'll kill a little time just ditching class for a few minutes. It's not as if we were gonna really go make out, god no. Why would he do something like that, its sweet innocent Harry for godsake. We were just gonna talk. That's what I love about being his best friend, how we can just literally talk about anything and tell everything to each other. And he just accepts me the way I am.

But  I wanted to finish my work during Global so I didn't end up meeting Harry.

"Where were you? I waited." 

He says to me in the hallway when I'm walking to 9th period.

I laughed at him. "You actually went?"

He nodded.

"Tomorrow?"

"Sure." I smiled, and went to walk around him, but being Harry, he pokes my sides hard tickling me and I laughed. 

"1pm, tomorrow be there." He reminds me.

And 1pm tomorrow, I went.

Thus, starts the real beginning of our story. 

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