The Bad and The Popular ~Larry Stylinson

Part Two

I went to class and about 15 minutes later Harry came in.

"Mr Styles why are you late?" The teacher asked and not looking at Harry.

"I was in the bathroom" Harry replied.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow chuckling, softly.

"And why did it take you 15 minutes to use the restroom?" The teacher asked, and I smirked trying to contain my laughter.

Harry look at the teacher up and down. "I left my phone in there and got a phone call." He said looking at everyone.

I coughed and said lier under my breath and the other students started snickering while I smirked

"I see...take a seat Mr Styles," the teacher said giving in.

Harry nodded his head and took a seat walking passed me while he rolled his eyes.

"Careful, if you roll your eyes to much they'll stay in your head, for good", I said snickering while he glared at me.
I'd miss those enchanting green eyes if that ever happened..-Wait what? Harry ignored my comment and sat in the back of the room, taking out his phone as the teacher started to talk about the lesson, not bothering to pay attention.

"Ohh fuck harry, god harder mmm," a group of kids said mocking a moan as I snickered, softly.

I saw as harry looked over to the group, trying to ignore them, but they wouldn't stop mocking the moans.

I slowly watched at harry got annoyed and finally had enough. "If you need to say something say it in front of my face." He shouted not expecting a direct response, from the group.

"Whore"
"Quire"
"Fag"

Some of the kids shouted to Harry. I was surprised that the teacher didn't do anything and just let it happened. I soon took matters into my own hand and said, "Fucking Shut up" Students here had no control here, someone had to put a stop to it. As soon as three words left my mouth the kids stopped and looked down feeling ashamed, mumbling quick apologies to Harry.

Harry looked over to me. "Thank you." He said softly taking out a piece of gum chewing on it slowly.

"Whatever" I mumbled and looked at the paper not wanting to do the work. I glanced at Harry noticing that he wasn't doing the work. I started working on it knowing I got all the answers wrong.