Leeroy

Chapter 3

Blakely's P.O.V.

Gosh I was so tired of jerks and jocks already. Especially Harry. Harry freaking Styles. Although he is extremely sexy, everyone knows his rep. And he's a player. A very sexy player. Anyways, I got sick of him hitting on me and picking on Leeroy so I slapped Harry and made out with Leeroy. And dayumm he's a good kisser... But I only kissed him to get Harry away! To make sure he knew that I whispered to him,

"You understand that was to get Styles to leave right?"

He stuttered a little but said, "Uh uh yeah... I get it."

"Kay good." And with that I smiled at him. I just kept wondering if I should tell him how good a kisser he was... Am I getting feelings for Leeroy? Is that even possible?! I decide to leave out that part of the awkwardly silent bus ride to school. But really. His tight grip around my waist. And ugh... I need to make him look as great as his personality is! I bet I can do that tonight!!! I can lend him some of my brothers clothes that don't fit him. And some cologne... Not that Leeroy smells bad, but I hand-picked my brothers, and I know what smells like heaven to hormonal teenage girls like me. I hope he hasn't forgotten about tonight already. I better remind him- OH MY GOSH. What am I saying?! I'm like making myself feel like I need him.. I do NOT need Leeroy Payne!!! As all this is filtering through my crazily distraught mind, Leeroy says exactly what I was thinking,

"So are we still on for tonight? We don't have to. I mean I could just... Not come over. I mean I have an optional dance class I was planning on going to, but I'd much rather spend a day with you. Uhhh... I mean... As a friend..." Does he like me?! What?! That was a terrible cover up, and I can see right through it. I think. Does he like me? Well Harry does. No, Harry doesn't. He just likes playing games like that. Harry Styles does not like me. And neither does Leeroy Payne.