The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

Curly Fry

Aria and I both have our electives in 6th period. We don't take the same electives though. Aria is in expressions and I'm in art. I don't have a musically talented bone in my body. Aria on the other hand is artistic in every way possible, musically and creatively but I guess she chose the more musical path this year.
Art was ok. Just like any other year. After the bell rings I head back to my locker to collect my things and get home. Then, Aria arrives at her locker and says very excitedly,"Guess who's in expressions!"
"I don't know, who?", I ask.
"Harry! Isn't that funny?"
"Hilarious.", I say in my most monotone voice.
"He's really good... at singing, but he dances like a goofball.", she says laughing.
"I believe you, now can we go?", I ask a bit annoyed.
Aria rides home with me everyday and stays until 5:00 except for Fridays and Wednesdays. She likes to because her parents work late and she rather be at my house than alone at her own.
She usually finishes her homework before me so while I'm finishing up mine she's sitting on my bed going through her phone.
"Ok I'm done.", I say closing my algebra book.
"Finally!", she says smiling and rolling over on her belly as she hands me her iPhone.
"What is it?", I ask taking it from her.
I look at the screen and it's contact information. It reads
'Curly Fry'
"Who's curly fry?", I ask.
"The boy who hides his curls in a beanie."
"You didn't-"
"I did."
"You got Harry's number?", I asked in a hushed yet surprised tone.
"Yup.", she says rolling over on her back letting her hair hang off the edge of my bed.
I don't know why this bothers me but it does, a lot. It's a feeling I can't describe, it's as if I'm mad at Aria. But for what? It's also as if I'm mad at Harry but I have no idea why. I guess you could say that I'm jealous of Aria because she makes more friends than me but that can't be it, because it's always been like that. It's a known fact that Aria's more social than I am and I would never feel jealousy towards her, she's my best friend , literally the only thing separating us from being sisters is blood. I guess you could also say that I'm mad at Harry because he completely ignored me but that's not knew either. Aria has tons of friends that don't even look in my direction. It's never bothered me before but there's something about Harry that brings out this unknown anger. Anger that I've never felt. Yes, I've been angry before, just because I'm shy doesn't mean I'm not human but when I'm angry, I'm simply angry. This anger that I feel towards him is mixed with another emotion, one I haven't felt before, an emotion that I've only heard of, a rare emotion that isn't always truly felt, an emotion that only the lucky ones feel, an emotion that can break people apart as easily as it can bring us together.
Love.