Gwen was sat in her English class wanting nothing more than to not have to listen to the teacher drone on and on about the writer’s meaning behind his work.
If he wrote the curtains were blue, it was not because the character’s emotion was sad because of yada yada.
It was because he wanted the curtains to be blue, end of story.
She looked behind her and noticed that Harry wasn’t there. Odd since he usually spent his time bugging her all class. And as if on cue none other than Harry came into class with five minutes left soaking wet. He handed his late pass to the teacher and rushed to his seat but not before shaking his curly hair at Gwen so she got wet.
“Well you can have the last five minutes of class to socialize since I’m done.” Gwen let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and turned around in her seat.
“And why Mr. Styles are you half an hour late and damp?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow. Harry ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
“Well I forgot to set my alarm and woke up late.” Gwen tsk’ed him but still wasn’t satisfied.
“Doesn’t explain why you’re wet.” He shrugged and pointed outside where Gwen saw that it was lightly drizzling. “Still not good enough Styles.”
“Well for your information it seems that your boyfriend Cody forgot about the big pothole at the turn in to school and speeded past me and got me looking this way.” He finished with a glare. Gwen shook her head.
Cody and Harry had been best friends since freshman year but last week they had some major fight with each other and the two were now mortal enemies. Cody had called Gwen after their fight and told her that he was going to kill him without any warning the next time he saw him.
“Not my problem Haz.” Gwen said collecting her stuff as the bell began to ring.
Harry pushed past Gwen and left the class room muttering something under his breath the whole time. What was his problem?
