The Tutors Lessons |HS|

Chapter 53

I'm gonna be switching p.o.v's a lot in this chapter so try and stay with me :)

HARRY'S P.O.V.

I now had French and mindlessly watched as the teacher jotted down notes on the chalk board.

I wasn't paying attention in any of my classes since Physiology with Jas this morning.

My mind is set on how I'm going to get her to talk to me, she seemed pretty pissed about her detention.

I chuckle as I remember back to how flustered she was, trying to keep her cool with the whole thing.

Her eye brows where furrowed and her cheeks flushed as she tried to negotiate with the teacher, she's the cutest when she's mad and I've missed it.

I remember when she would get mad at me when I wouldn't concentrate. She'd pull her huge glasses off and rub her eyes before putting it back on and blowing a raspberry at me.

I look up at the clock, 10 minutes left before this fugly lesson finishes.

I hear some whispering behind me and turn around, my eyes land on just the person I've been meaning to deal with.

Fucking Damon.

That little shit practically started all this plus scared the fuck out of Jas, he's got issues and I don't know what his problem with her is but I'm gonna put him in his place.

Just as I turn back round the bell rings and I feel giddy with excitement as I grab my back and start to make my way out of the classroom.

I notice Damon with some blonde chick, he's not talking but flirting and his pulling his charm out on her like he did with my girl just a few weeks ago.

I slyly walk past him before sticking my leg out making him drop, I thought it was just a little trip but when I turn around I see him face planted on the floor.

The whole class erupts in laughter as I practically sprint out of the classroom.

That fucker deserved that...for now.

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JAS P.O.V.

I wait patiently for the physiology teacher to show up, I'm beyond pissed because I was suppose to go dress fitting for the wedding after school.

I don't know but I have the feeling that Harry's behind all this.

I must say I did feel a bit intimidated when he said 'you won't get away with this' like not speaking to him was some crime.

It was so difficult trying to contain myself when he was talking to me, that same chill ran down my spine.

In all honesty I missed his voice, but that still doesn't change the grudge I've got on him for being with Taylor that night.

For not answering any of my calls when I wanted to apologise and mend things.

A few more people settle into their seats, there's light hums of conversation now filling the classroom.

Louis runs in panting, he's hair all messy and pushed back as he takes a seat beside me.

"Did you just do laps around England or something" I tease him.

"I just put a shit load of paint in the swim teams lockers" he says between laughs.

I can't help but laugh along, this trouble maker is always up to no good.

"So where's your Harry?" Louis questions.

"My Harry?" I gulp looking at him.

"Mhmm" he smirks.