Foreign → H.S (DISCONTINUED)

chapter 18

"Would you rather have a head the size of a tennis ball or the size of a watermelon?" I questioned.

"What does this have to-to do with our personal nar-narratives?" Harry stuttered, as the cool autumn air blew his hair in several directions. "Nothing! I'm just bored and cold." I admitted pulling my jacket closer to my body.

"C'mon what sized head!" I laughed.

"Can I chose neither?" He questioned licking his chapped lips. "Nope, you have to pick one." I smiled. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while. "Watermelon sized head." He announced as Mrs. Walters walked around the small courtyard.

"Harry and Tulsa get to work or I will move you." The old woman stated.

We were supposed to write a story about a childhood memory, a sad or happy one. But, right now Mrs. Walters wanted us to brainstorm with a partner which I thought was a waste of time. She was just giving us more time to slack off.

"What do you want to write about?" He asked. "I don't know maybe the day my sister was born." I announce as I jotted down my idea. "How about you? You should write about the day your sister was born." I exclaimed.

"That would be stealing con-considering you are thinking about the same topic." 

"Who cares what I am thinking about writing?"

"I care." He declared as he looked down at his blank paper. Harry gasped loudly I mentally saw the 'lightbulb' above his head turn on. "Maybe when we moved here." Harry exclaimed writing his idea down.

"Where are you from?" I asked looking into his olive-green eyes.  "I am from New York City." He answered pushing back his brown waves. "Why did you move?" I questioned. "Long story..." Harry mumbled looking down at the green grass. "I've got time." I smiled and he violently shook his head no.

"Oh I'm sorry." I sighed and he smiled tiredly, "its fin-fine." He mumbled writing more stuff on his somewhat blank paper.  "What are you doing Friday?" I asked causing the green eyed boy to look up at the clouded sky. "I don't think-think I am doing anything." He announced.

"We've got a game on Friday and I was wondering if you wanted to go?" I questioned hoping he would go unlike the last game. "I will-will try! Do you think you could give me a ride home?" Harry answered and I smiled. "Yes of course!" I answered as the annoying bell rang disrupting Harry and I's small talk.

"See you at lu-lunch" Harry announced walking the opposite way of me.

"Wait!" Harry shouted causing me to turn around and look at him. The hallways were crowded and soon I was going to lose the abnormal Harry Styles in the crowd of ordinary. "What sized head?" He asked his words bringing a smile to my face.

"Watermelon sized, definitely." I exclaimed losing him in the crowd completely. But, I knew wherever Harry was he was smiling his smile that was so beautiful it could make the blind see and the deaf hear.

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The cafeteria at Carson High School was always loud but, today it was horrendously loud. The abnormal racket was because they announced the theme of homecoming, it was "Rest in Peace" which I had no clue what they meant and I didn't want to know what it meant.

"You want to know what it means. They are going to kill us with the horrible music and the vile dress." Aubrey shouted groaning in annoyance. Aubrey had always loved homecoming and had won homecoming princess three years in a row but, she was so disgusted by the theme she didn't want to partake in the social event.

"Or maybe it's a black out! Everyone wears black that's cute." Danielle exclaimed making Emily nod in agreement. "Aren't you in Student Government Danielle shouldn't you know what this shit is?" Erin questioned as Harry sat down hurriedly.

"I am but, I am more of the decorator not the idea giver." She declared as Harry opened his maroon lunchbox. "I demand a Masquerade ball." Aubrey screamed slamming her hand on the table roughly.

"You get them babe!" Luke laughed quickly sitting down next to her Brad following after him. "That's a really good idea Aubrey honestly! I am definitely going to tell Michelle." Daniele declared.

Michelle Allen was our student-body president, she was the classic high school president. She was the Libero for Volleyball team who had won back-to-back at state, she had a 4.3 and when she wasn't at the school she was volunteering at the local homeless shelter.

And I despised her, I probably was the only person on the whole entire planet that didn't adore her.  Michelle was just so pristine!

"Tulsa's best friend!" Erin laughed making everyone at the table join her. "But-but I thought you were her best friend?" Harry questioned looking at me in confusion. 

"They are best friends she is joking." Brad exclaimed whispering an insult under his breath making me glare at the arrogant boy. "Oh..." Harry sighed as he let out a forced chuckle. 

"Honestly Aubrey who cares about the theme of homecoming! We should all go it's our fucking senior year." Erin exclaimed casually eating a red vine. "It's shit Erin! Why waste our money on a dumb theme." Aubrey snapped.

"Why don't you chill Aubrey, Erin was just giving suggestions." Luke sassed playing with his weird looking sandwich. Erin began to blush as the table became silent.

"I think it would be cool to go and if we don't let's all hang out or something." Danielle suggested making everyone to look up in curiosity.  So many possibilities my heart fluttered with excitement seeing what the table would come up with.

"Harry? Any ideas?" Danielle questioned making everyone look at the boy who was now reading Les Misérables, he casually shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh c'mon! There has to be something in that little brain of yours." Brad barked as he and Luke laughed loudly.

"Shut up douchebags." I snapped as Harry looked up from his book. "Maybe you guys could go-go bow-bowling." He mumbled when he was done talking he quickly looked back down at his book. Everyone all loved the idea as they all started to talk again.

"You guys? Harry you are invited of course." I whispered softly.  He snapped his head up looking at me with his memorizing eyes. 

"Really?" Harry asked looking like he had just won the lottery happiness nearly gushing from his god like face.

"Really, really." I smiled.

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When I wrote this chapter I had just watched Shrek that's where I got the really really lol! We had a dance yesterday and it was lit. I looked good not going to lie! Brad is an ass am I right? If you enjoyed this chapter please comment, vote and share