P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1.

A/N: Still the past here :)

Chapter Status: Edited

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{ Blue's POV }

It was a typical Tuesday and I was in my normal front seat in History class.
It was funny though, because all the smarties would sit up front, the neutral kids in between, and of course, the delinquents towards the back. I mean, I was smart and all, but I wasn't a smarty. I have to admit, I'm more of a teacher's pet.

I could hear whispers all the way in the back and loud bantering. After a minute or two of all their chit-chat, Mrs. Sanders, our history teacher, turned to look at them with a glare

"Harry, if you could not disrupt my class once again, I'd appreciate that," She said angrily through gritted teeth.
It was the usual. Harry messing around in class and getting told off for it.

His actions made me wonder if he had been to prison.

"Oops," He said sarcastically as his whole possy laughed.

I rolled my eyes. Jerks.

"That's it!" She barked. "Detention after school! For you, Styles, and your friends,"

What? No!

No, no, no. Today I was on detention watch. Yes, not to brag, but teachers trusted me with that kind of stuff.

Great. Just great.

"And Harry, just so I won't have to keep an eye on you, come and sit up front,'' Mrs. Sanders said while her nostrils flared.

"But-,'' Harry tried to protest.

"I said, sit here," She hissed at him. I smirked while looking down. I don't know why, but it's just hilarious when he gets in trouble.

While Harry takes a seat down next to me, I stole a glance at him and watch as his eyebrows furrowed together. He had an extremely pissed look on his face. He mumbled a few cuss words before turning to look at me.

"Just not your day, huh?" I said quietly, just so he could hear. Instead of replying, he shot a cold glare at me which reminded me of last night. He had left around five in the morning so he could get ready for school, but I don't see why, he honestly just had the same look on as this morning.

"Hey, um," he said while snapping me out of my thought. "What were the answers?" He was talking about the homework which Mrs. Sanders had given out yesterday, which she was now going over.

"I'm not telling you, you should've figured it out yourself," I whispered harshly while shuffling my body away from him.

Harry lowly laughed before replying, "Eh, I didn't want to,"

Suddenly, I felt his hand run up my leg. I jolted up in surprise by his action and swiftly turned my head towards him. He smirked, his eyes having this little glint of amusement.

"Not here," I hissed, sending him the same menacing look that Mrs. Sanders gave him. He shrugged while removing his hand off my leg and tapped his pen against the desk.

The smirk was still plastered on his face.

Once the bell rung, I quickly grabbed all my things and headed out of the classroom. I made a beeline towards my friends, who stood by the lockers.

"Hey Blue," Jane greeted. I nodded at her and flashed a smile.

"Why do you look so flustered? Everything cool?" Hayley questioned. They all turned their eyes to focus on me, which made me a bit uncomfortable.