The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 10

Lunch came around and Jamie and I say at a table with a random group of people today.

"Louis is so great," she compliments him, her eyes sparkling with awe as she says his name.

"I have seen that you both hit it off pretty well, you'd both would be a cute power couple." I smile.

"He said he loves soccer and that he is trying to get a scholarship to BHU." She says, "and I want to be his biggest fan."

She spoke a lot about him today at lunch and I just listened to her. My eyes would sometime shift over at Harry's table, I caught him laughing. He had a gray beanie that perfectly fit his head. That beanie made him look kind of sexy. I watch his gaze catch me, and he sends me a small wave.

"You and Harry have something going on."

"No, nothing at all, we are just friends, I think."

"You think?" She giggles, "I saw you both hitting it off earlier, someone in my third period mentioned you both walking and talking."

"Yeah, just about me getting grounded, nothing major." I shrug, but she wouldn't knock the smile off her face.

"You have to admit Harry's attractive, but also rebellious."

"I know, I- I just think there's something more to him than what he lets off."

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After lunch, for 9th period I volunteered to put fliers up around the school. It was for Homecoming. I know that I should go, but I didn't feel the urge to dance.

I was handed a big stack of papers and I begin walking around the school posting fliers on the doors, by the bathrooms, in front of the office, in front of the cafeteria doors, the school entrance doors, and in the gymnasium.

As I was finishing up, I begin walking back to class and I notice a dark brown journal on the floor. I walk to it and notice it was the same leather Journal Harry was walking with.

On the front, it had his name written on it in fine print.

"Hey!" I heard a voice boom from down the hall.

I jumped turning around and noticing an angry Harry, stalking towards me to snatch the journal out of my hand.

"Whoa," I said with a frown, quickly defending myself, and moving away from him.

"Why do I see YOU with MY journal?" His voice was low, but loud, and angry.

"I-I was putting fliers up for the Homecoming dance and your journal was just on the ground, I didn't read it, I promise." I softly so weak, showed him the fliers in my hand.

He didn't say anything, just scan my face, before he frowns at me. "If it happens again.." he huffs, "just leave me alone." He said moving past me. Fast enough. I couldn't say anything.

What was his deal was, but it made me feel some type of way, I thought I gained a little more truth with him.

As the bell rang to let school out, I gather my things. I couldn't wait to get home, today I wanted to cook up a spaghetti recipe for mom and dad.

I guess I wasn't looking, because I bump into a brick wall, or you could say, someone's torso, Harry Styles's torso.

"Excuse me," I collect myself, and tried to move again. But he was blocking my way. "let me by." I hiss, clenching my jaw.

"I'm missing pages.." Harry said in the calmest way possible.

I don't know why he is accusing me of taking his things, I haven't been the one bothering him, he has been the one bothering me.

"I don't even know what you're talking about, so move!" I howl, the tone in my voice changing, and slightly push him, but he barely moved.  He was like a brick wall.

"My paper from my journal, you ripped pages out of my fucking book." He growls back, dark eyes staring into my soul.

"I didn't want any part in your little childish notebook." I frowned.

"It is not childish, it is personal." He croaks, looking away from me for a second before speaking again. "I want my shit back."

"How many times do I have to tell you," I cross my arms to my chest, hugging my books, lowering my voice. "I don't have your papers, why would I do or want something like that?"

"Whatever." He closes his eyes, storming past me. Then, punching a locker with his right hand. Everyone watching him, and then me.

Why couldn't he trust me? I get I was a stranger, but I never made it my intention to steal from him.

I stride to my locker which was almost across the school. Pulling my locker open, three fully written pages  fall out my locker to my feet wrinkled like they were stuffed inside."

Before noticing fine-printed font.  Before invading I read his name on the paper.

I finish putting my things in my locker before making my way to find Harry, I already knew he was going to think I took it.

I turned the corner spotting the friends that were always with Harry. I watch as they joked and teased some students as they walked by, what pricks.

"I need a fucking cigarette, why is all my shit suddenly missing," Harry said closing his locker, soon enough his green eyes notice me, standing about 10 feet away.

he notices the paper in my hand. His eyes met mine again.

"You liar." He hissed, long strides towards me, snatching the paper from my hand, and pushing it into his backpack "You always fucking lie."

"But I didn't -" I began but was cut off.

"no, fuck you, stay away from me." Turning on his heel walking away from me with an eye roll.

Today sucked. Why do I feel like I have just been dumped? I felt a lump in my throat and tears beginning to block my vision. A single tear falls down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it away."

"Are you crying?" A familiar voice is heard, Louis was standing behind me.

I notice Louis had turned around, looking at me. "Louis, I didn't do it."

He gave me a sympathetic look and confided "I believe you, but Harry is different. He trusts pretty much no one."

"His journal was just laying on the ground, and his paper fell out of my locker." I look down because tears were starting to fall. "Someone's plotting me."

"Don't let his words get to you, he says nasty things when he is angry, it's something he has a lot of learning to do. I'll speak to him. Chin up, Buttercup." With that, he turns on his heel.

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I finally make it home, after Jamie dropped me off, she was still going to the parlor with Louis.

Falling onto my bed just thinking about Harry's angry face angry with me.

An hour or two doorbell rang, I push myself off of the bed and skip my way to the door, noticing Harry. What was he doing here? I notice the new cut on his lip on the bottom of his lip, followed by a bruise under his eye. What happened?

"I don't have time for any more of your bullshit today, what?" I spit.

he didn't say anything, he just looked at me before his lip started to tremble once as he did before when he got into a fight. He shook his head. "I found out it was Jeff, I- I'm sorry for making you cry." He croaks.

"what? What happened?" I spoke, shocked. He was apologizing. I didn't want him just standing out there, so invite him in. "c-come in."