Getting The A (Harry/Marcel Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 7: Getting The A

Monday came sooner than expected. That morning I woke up like I did every other day. The baby bot hadn't cried at all that night, which was good. I wouldn't have heard it anyway. I was dead tired. I stayed up most of the night thinking of Harry. Strange isn't it? The boy that I had loathed doing a project with was on my mind as I went to sleep.

"Min! C'mon!" Toby called from downstairs. He had came back from his girlfriend's house the night before.

"Coming!" I called back. I shoved my school stuff that hadn't been touched since Spring Break into my backpack. After applying basic foundation, I put my hair up in a ponytail and quickly dressed. 

"Come on Min!" Toby yelled again. I shoved my sneakers on, grabbed the baby and slammed my door, walking down the stairs. 

"Min!"

"I swear if you call my name one more time I'm going to punch you," I told him as I met him at the bottom of the stairs. He stuck out his tongue. We walked to his car and got in. The ride to school was silent, like always.

"Get outta here," he joked as we approached school.

"Gladly big brother," I replied with a smirk. I joined the rest of the crowd as they filed into the school. The first few periods went by fast. Finally, it was home ec. I was about to take my normal seat next to Justine when I realized that we were supposed to be sitting by our partners. I took a seat next to Harry, who was reading a book.

"Hello Min," he greeted me, not even looking up.

"Hey Harry," I said.

"Good morning class!" Mr. Smith cheered. The class mumbled a hello. "Now that we've said our hellos, please hand me your babies." One by one, each group handed Mr. Smith their baby and he examined it, giving them their grade.

"Great work you two," he said to us as he examined our project. "No damage done, seems to be well fed... Good work. A for both of you." I smiled at Harry as we sat down. Mr. Smith then began talking about stuff that I already knew.

"Hey Min," Harry whispered.

"What Harry?" I asked, a bit aggitated.

"Do you maybe want to go to prom with me?" he asked sheepishly. I completely forgot prom was around the corner. And that Harry was a senior. My face turned red. I've never been asked to go to prom with anyone. I was junior. Boys have had three years to ask me out to prom and they never had. I mean they if they wanted to ask me out, they've had three years. 

"Uh....," I mumbled, pretending to be busy. "I don't know Harry." Just because we did this project didn't mean I was completely ok with him socializing with me.

"I'll clean up! I promise!" he said quickly.

"I suppose," I agreed with a sigh.

"Thank you Min! You won't be sorry!" He smiled.

"Min! Marcel! Do I need to split you up?" Mr. Smith interrupted. A few giggles floated around the classroom.

"No Mr. Smith," we both mumbled. 

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I was greeted by Niall as the seventh period bell rang.

"I heard that you were talking to that nerd Marcel," he said.

"He's not that bad," I told him.

"Min, talking to him is as bad as making out with Leeroy."

"The dance major?" He nodded. Leeroy came down the hall wearing his usual garb; a sweatband, legwarmers, shorts and a sweater.