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Part 19

Katherine’s POV

  I took a deep breath as I walked in to school. The first semester was always the hardest. I never liked people looking at me; I never knew what rumors Grace spread about me. Now that she found a new clique she’s been real nasty to everyone.  I looked down at the ground as I walked through the halls, praying no one would yell something at me before I got in to class.

      A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I sat down in my desk. I could hear a familiar giggle; I turned and saw Grace looking at me while she whispered god knows what to her boyfriend Ryan. His jaw dropped and he looked at me. A smirk spread across his face. The bell rang; I turned back to the board ready for class.

“Please open your books to page 10,” my teacher instructed the class. I opened my history text book and started reading.  A yellow post it was placed on the corner of my desk by the girl sitting next to me. I slowly reached for the note, making sure not to make any sudden movements.

‘Is it true?’ I read from the small piece of paper. I looked at the girl next to me confused, she pointed to Ryan.

‘Check your phone,’ he mouthed. I got my phone out of my bag and read the text he sent me.

‘Is it true?’ it said. I looked at him and shook my head, not knowing what he was talking about. I watched Ryan quickly tap his fingers, replying.

‘Is it true you slept with a guy from one direction?’ my pupils dilated as I read the text over and over again.

“Getting your phone taken away this early in the school year?” my teacher asked snatching my phone. I helplessly reached for it as he started reading himself.

“Principles office,” my teacher pointed to the door. I stuttered for a comeback, but I couldn’t find the energy. I picked up my bag and collected my books. I swung the door open; making sure it was distracting when it closed. I walked in to the principal’s office and sat in the waiting area.

“Mrs. Gauche will see you know,” the secretary notified me. I rolled my eyes and went to the principal’s office. I sat across from her as she started questioning me.

“Why did you have your phone out in class?”

“I received a text and,” She cut me off.

“And you decided to read it during your lesson?”

“Yeah, but,”

“There are no but’s. You know the rules. You are not allowed to be texting during class,”

“But I wasn’t texting!” I protested.

“Than what were you doing with your phone out?”

“Ryan sent me a text and told me to read it,”

“If he told you to kill yourself, would you?” I shook my head. “Know, what was this message?”

“He wanted me to confirm a rumor that has been spread,”

“Which is?”

“I don’t feel comfortable telling you,” I admitted.

“Did anyone else see this text?”

“The teacher,”

“Okay. I’ll talk to Ryan. But in the mean time you have 2 detentions,”

“What!”

“Today after school and tomorrow,” She said sternly.    

“But,”

“That is all,” she said shewing me away. I grabbed my bag and sat outside. I pulled my shorts down, covering the scars. The bell rang, and students fled the halls. I managed to pick Ryan out of the crowd and charged towards him.

“Who told you that lie?” I said slamming his locker shut.

“So you didn’t sleep with him?”

“Who made it up?” I asked. He pointed behind me; I turned and saw Grace sitting with her clique. I rolled my eyes and made my way over.

“Oh look. Here she comes,” I overheard Grace say.

“Why would you make that up?” I asked.

“Make what up?” Grace asked innocently.

“Why are you telling people that I slept with a guy from one direction?”

“Oh please, everyone already knew,”

“Knew what? There’s nothing to know,” I started raising my voice.

“Calmed down. I don’t know why you’re acting like this. If I had sex with Harry Styles, I’d be bragging,” Grace said standing up.

“I didn’t have sex with him,”

“Grace you don’t want to get her upset. You know what she’ll do,” one of the minions said pretending to slit her wrist. Tears rushed to my eyes as I turned and sped walked to the front doors. I got in to my car and slammed the door shut. My palms filled with tears. My phone started going off. I cleared my throat and unlocked the screen. It was Harry wanting to face time. I immediately wanted to decline, but my finger slipped and pressed accept.

“SSSSSSSShhhhhhiiiiitttt,” I said trying to clean up my face.

“Kat!” Harry yelled as we connected.

“Hey Harry,” I smiled trying to make everything seem normal. Harry’s smile quickly disappeared when he saw what state I was in.

“What happened?” he asked lowering his voice.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I said.

“Why are you in your car?” he asked. I tried to keep it together, and not break down in front of Harry. I looked up at the ceiling, away from the camera.

“How’s your day Harry?” I asked. I quickly shut my mouth realizing how shaky my voice was. Harry just stared at his phone.

“What happened?” he asked. I took a deep breath and explained the past events that have happened and pushed me over the edge.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Harry reassured me.

“I’m just getting tired of this,” I said shaking my head and placing it in my left hand.

“Have you kept your promise?” Harry asked. I looked down at my thighs, and wrist. I haven’t touched them since Harry was here. I nodded.

“Have you talked to your therapist at all?” Harry asked. I looked away from the screen.

“I have to go. Class is going to star,” I said forcing a smile.

“Call me tonight, I don’t care what time,” Harry said before I disconnected. I sat there and started crying again. I’ve lied to the one person who knows everything. A few weeks ago Harry “Convinced” me to tell my dad everything so I could get a therapist. But when I was about to tell my dad I got scared. I’m still not sure what of, but I couldn’t find the courage to tell him. Than the next day Harry asked me how everything went I said great and told him I start seeing my doctor the upcoming Monday. Harry thinks I’ve been getting better, I honestly don’t know if a doctor would be good for me. I want to get better; I want all the scars to go away. All the pain I have caused myself is just piling up. I turned on the engine and drove away from the hell hole I am forced to go. I closed the front door behind me and started walking to my room.

“Katherine?” I heard my father call.

“Yes,” I said walking in to his office.

“Why are you not in class?” he asked not taking his eyes off the screen.

“I don’t feel good,” I lied.

“You know when you don’t feel good you call home, and Martin will pick you up,” my dad didn’t even look at me. “And don’t sign yourself out again,” my dad added as I left his office.

“Would you like me to bring you up some tea?” Martin asked as I was half way up the stairs.

“Yes please,” I said walking in to my room.