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Harry:Flexible

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I go to an arts high school.

Now, before you think, "Oh no, she's just a stupid preppy slut," I want you to know that what you're thinking is not the case.

In fact, it's more the guys here that are stuck up and sleep around with everyone. Why? Well, there's not a lot of them. Therefore, they have way more girls doting on them than a normal high school guy would. Because of this, their egos get inflated and they think they're the shit. That's why I stay away from the guys here. I'm (hopefully) headed off to uni next year, and I really don't want a boyfriend right now.

Staying away from guys is usually pretty easy though, because I'm a dance major. Every art has a decent amount of guys in it, except dance. So considering that most of my classes have just 2 or 3 guys in them, it's not to difficult to just avoid them and focus on work.

But then there's that one class where they mix you up with everyone: Phys. Ed.

I couldn't stand P.E. Not because it's hard or anything, in fact, I breezed through exams (especially the flexibility ones) because of, well, dance.

The reason I hated P.E. so much is because of that one stupid kid in my class, Harry. My God, how I despised him! He's this vocal music major that's got a reputation of being a partier, and people say he brings girls home all the time. Now, to be fair, I didn't know if that's true, but I wouldn't have been surprised.

Take yesterday's class, for example. I was stretching, because we're currently practicing for our mid-term fitness test. I was using one of the beams to stretch, and as I put my leg up onto it, I leaned down, deepening the stretch. I was just starting to feel a nice pull in my hamstrings when I felt a smack on my ass!

I instantly brought my leg down, losing my balance and grabbing onto the beam for support. I scowled and turned to face him.

"What the FUCK, Styles?" I bellowed, hitting him on the arm. He just chuckled.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), but I couldn't resist. Your legs were spread open, you were bent over, and your tight little ass just looked so... mmm." He smirked at me, and my mouth dropped open in disgust and shock.

"He just wants you in his bed. Don't listen to him."

I closed my mouth, narrowing my eyes at him and saying, "Just fuck off, you're such a douchebag. I don't have time for your bullshit. We have a test coming up, and I need to stretch."

He just laughed. "Wow. Nice language. Little (Y/N) is coming out of her shell. Anyway, if you'd like, I know there's something I could definitely help you stretch. I'm a lot bigger than you'd probably think." An amused look took over his face and he walked away.

"Ew."

Do you see why I hate him? He's got no respect. Anyway, our test is soon, and I had pretty much everything covered. I went to the side of the gym, plopping down onto a bench, as I was really tired since I'd had dance the night before. I took a sip of my water, and leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes.

"Dreaming about me, huh?"

I opened my eyes and glared up at him. This was the last straw.

"Harry, I don't understand why you're such an asshole! I don't like you, and I really don't know why you keep bothering me, when you could have any other girl here! I've had enough of your shit, because it's not making me like you, it's making me hate you!"