Grease Monkey- h.s

6

(Harry's POV)

I worked steadily through the math test. Kenna and I spent all evening yesterday studying for it. I felt prepared for once in my life and now that I was actually taking the test, math didn't seem so hard afterall. Kenna was a God send.

I watched her everyday in this class, usually forgetting to pay attention to our teacher. Today I could tell she couldn't focus on her test. Every so often she'd look up, bite on her pen and become so consumed in a daydream that I was worried she wouldn't finish her test. New York; it's all that filled her mind and I found that it made me quite jealous. It made me hate the city even more. She was planning on leaving today after school. I had to get to the shop to do some last minute adjustments to her car and then she'd be off.

Part of me wanted her to stay, but the other part of me wanted her bratty attitude gone so that my life could go back to normal. Kenna intrigued me. Every now and again she'd open up and let me see inside of her beautiful heart. She was a carefree, fun loving girl who had big dreams. I loved that about her. But most of the time, Kenna acted like a cold, selfish brat. I didn't like that side much. She was slowly driving me insane.

I stood to turn my test in and leave. The teacher motioned for me to wait and she quickly graded my test. Her jaw dropped open as she scribbled my grade at the top of my test - 83. I wanted to plant a big fat kiss on the teacher and Kenna. I might finally pass math and graduate!

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(Kenna's POV)

I met Harry at the shop. I was insanely excited that today was finally the day that I'd be going home.

"How'd you do?!" I snuck up behind him. He turned and before I knew it, he'd picked me up and was spinning me through the air.

"I scored an 83!" He shouted as he placed me back on the ground. He kissed my cheek, making me turn subtle shades of red.

"Congratulations!" I squealed.

"All thanks to you!" He beamed.

"But I'm not the one who took your test!" I smiled, playfully punching him in the arm. "So am I ready to roll out?!" I joked, eyeing my car.

"Actually, we need to talk about that." He spoke and my heart shattered.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"The engine that I put in needs a little more work than I thought. Louis is going to help me so I can have you ready to go next week!" He smiled as if I was supposed to be fine with the news.

"Are you serious?" My tone was irritated.

"Yeah." Harry spoke, the look on his face changing from happy to confused. "It's just a little delay. I'm sorry, Kenna."

"No, you didn't keep your end of the deal!" I shouted. "I helped you pass your math test and you were supposed to get me to New York by tonight! You selfish dick!"

Anger flashed across his face. "I'm the selfish one?! Areyou kidding me?! You wouldn't even help me out with math until you decided you needed me. The whole time I've been fixing your car, you've been complaining. I didn't make you buy an engine, I gave you mine! You're the selfish bitch!" He spat. "You're the biggest pain in the ass I've ever met. Take your peice of shit car and shove it, because I'm done with you!" He threw his rag down and stormed out of the shop.

My adrenaline was pumping. I pushed my car out of the shop and into the parking lot. I called my dad to come pick me and my car up, tears threatening to spill over. I held them in though. Harry would never have the satisfaction of knowing that his words cut me like a knife. As far as we were concerned, he was done with me and I wanted to be done with him.