Chapter twenty-one
"Body shots!" Calum yells from the other room followed by a crowd of cheers.
"What are you doing in here?" Harry asked once he found me snooping in his room.
"Just looking around." I smiled. "You should get fairy lights."
He laughed before connecting our lips hungrily and pushing me onto the bed. We only got to make-out for a few seconds before someone broke his living room lamp and Harry went to sort it out.
As I went to leave something caught my eye; well someone. On his dresser was a photo frame of him with Louis (who he introduced me to on the first day) and Calum, Luke's friend, and a girl with a familiar face. She was the same girl from the old pictures in my album my old best friends and all the memories came flooding back.
"You honestly don't know me?" Teddy shook her head, "Better that you don't remember."
My mind flew back to year one when I became friends with Becca and Emily.
Small hands tapped on my shoulder before asking, "Scarlett, right?" I turned around to see Becca Donavan smirking at me. She was the most popular girl in infants alongside her best friend Emily Clubb.
"Yes." I squeaked shyly; she had never spoken to me.
"Well I'm Becca and this is Emily," she looked around not bothering to say the names of the other few girls around her. "We're playing teacher. Want to join?" she rose her eyebrow.
"Sure!" I smiled brightly, "wait." I said looking over at my best friends who were by the door looking at me. "Can Jenny and Teddy join?"
Mischief flickered in Becca's eyes as she scanned her brown eyes over them both. "Hmmm." She held her index finger on chin before she nodded them to come over. "Of course Jenny can." Jenny smiled brightly looking at me as if her dream had just come true.
We all began to walk outside until Becca paused and turned around to Teddy, "Sorry we can't have any more people in the game. We don't want a crowd." And I was ashamed to say we left Teddy there and never spoke to her again.
I ran outside of his room and instantly found Teddy smoking a cigarette on his small terrace.
"I remember who you are." I said once I reached her.
"Well isn't that just peachy?" She laughed bitterly, throwing her cigarette to the floor and stamping on it with her combat boots.
"I'm sorry. Maybe we could become friends again?" I asked hopefully in attempt to make things right again.
"Oh please." She walked close to me before she was right my ear, "I'd much rather make you suffer." And with that she climbed back through the window.
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FanfictionHe places the hand-rolled cigarette between his plum lips as he watches her walk into the school. She was the typically perfect 'it' girl; and he was just scum.