Christy's POV
I walk down the hall,opening my locker. I put the little bag which I just bought in.
I feel the chin on my shoulder,and I know it's Mark. I close my eyes,taking a deep breath.
"Christy." Mark whispers in my ears.
I don't turn around,looking at my locker. There is a moment I want to say the truth,but I can't.
"Look at me,babe." Mark talks in the soft tone. I sigh and turn around,looking in his brown eyes.
"Where have you been?" He looks my eyes,which let me flinch. I bit my lips;my eyes look at my toes.
"Don't lie to me." Mark grabs my arms;I squeeze my eyes.
"Close your eyes." I say.
"What?" Mark frowns,"don't you-"
"Just do it,Mark." I say it softly. He closes his eyes with confused.
I open the locker,taking out the little bag. With my both hands holding,I put it in front of his eyes.
"Now,open your eyes." I whisper.
He opens his eyes,and frowns at me.
"Ugh,what's this?" Mark says in I-don't-care tone.
I don't say anything. Mark rolls his eyes,grabbing the bag on my hands,and open it.
It's a book jacket which he can kill for it.
Genius Christy.
"FUCK CHRISTY." Mark almost shouts,looking at me with eyes wide open.
I smile. I know he always wants this,which I remembered earlier-most importantly-it gives me a good damn reason for staying with Harry.
Speaking of him,where is he now?
Stop thinking of him,Christy.
"When did you get this?" Mark's voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Um,not long time ago." I giggle. It feels great that seeing Mark smile,not smirk.
"That's why you-,ugh forget about it." He leans to me and gives me a soft kiss.
"Thank you." He whispers on my lips.
"Not a problem." I smile back.
"One more question,why is your phone at that shit there?" Mark frowns when saying shit.
And I know he means Harry.
"Oh,we were in same class,I forgot to take it. He gave back to me though." I take out my phone,showing it to Mark.
Mark's lips become a straight line. "Christy,stay away from him."
"What? Why?" I'm shocked by his sudden words.
"He's...a trouble." Mark looks around,like searching for something.
"Mark,don't get your feelings into it. Harry is a great guy. He-"
"Just FUCKING stay away from him,Christy,I'm dead serious." Mark glares at me in a different way,which is very odd.
There's something between them. I can tell. I feel like arguing with Mark,but I guess now is not the time.I'll just say it to let him calm. I don't want to pick up a fight again.
"Fine,but I still have to go the classes." I sigh and look at Mark,who seems relaxed a little bit.
"Expect that. Promise?" He looks me in my eyes.
"Promise." I nod slightly.
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"You and Mark are alright?" Lora asks me during her warm-ups.
"Yeah,why?" I frown. Why will people think we're in a fight or something?I mean,yeah we do have something to figure out,but it's not big deals. I guess.
Lora just shrugs,and keeps doing her scratches.
"Christy,someone is looking for you." Joseph says with worries.
What happen?
"Okay,you lead them first." I stand up and Joseph nods his head.
"Come on guys,let's review what we learned yesterday." I hear Joseph saying this when walking out.
There is a boy leaning on the wall. He is tall and slim. His back lies on the wall,his hips and legs don't. The way he stands is so damn hot.
What's worse,I don't have to say who he is.
He must hear my footsteps,looking up from his phone.
"Hey." His raspy voice can make me melt at one second.
"Hey,what's up?" I say. My mind tells me not to do it,but my mouth just says it.
"I,um,am wondering that,um,you're free now?" He sounds nervous.
"Well,you know to come here to find me.I guess you already know the answer." I smile for his cute minds.
"Oh yeah,ha.I just.." He looks away,shrugging.
"What's wrong,Harry?" I ask. He seems so different from I saw few hours ago.
"No,no,no.Sorry to interrupt your practice. I'll see you later." He walks-or should I say run-after saying it.
Weirdo.
Harry's POV
FUCK FUCK FUCK Harry Styles,you almost say it!
-45 mins ago-
I walked to my locker,taking out the books I needed later.
"Hey,nerd." A voice came from my back.I didn't have to turn around and knew who he was. I stood there.,without moving.
"Turn around you fucking nerd." He said it again,raising his voice.
I did turn around,and a smash hit on me.I fell onto the ground,with my head down. I saw that jerk bent down,looking down at me with a smirk.
"I don't know why Christy is so nice to you,Styles.I don't know how you let her look at het phone all day just waits for your messages either." He whispered in my ears.
What? Is that true?
"I don't know what are you talking about." I glared at him. I can't let Christy in danger,no.Not even a little bit.
"Oh,you know exactly what I'm talking about." That jerk smirked again.
We both were silent for few seconds.
"Listen carefully Styles,she is mine. And she'll always be." He emphasized the 'always'.
Did I mention how much I hate this guy?
"How could you be so sure?" Now it's my turn to smirk.
"Because I'm the winner,and I'll always be."
-Flashback ends-
I'm still thinking about what that jerk said.
"Because I'm the winner,and I'll always be."
This can't be just a sentence. Something interesting is coming.
"Hey mate.God I've been looking for you!" Terry runs to me.
"What's wrong?" I frown.
"You don't know yet? Jesus everybody is talking about it now." He looks at me like "dude how could you not knowing that".
"Just fucking tell me."
"Christy was sent to the hospital few minutes ago."
