he's so mean [harry styles]

"Detention"

Cassia's POV:

"Hello, Cassia." Mr. Daniels said as I walked into the classroom. "Have a seat."

I smiled and sat down in a plastic chair he had put next to his desk. He swiveled around in his chair to meet my eyes.

I had volunteered to take Harry's detention for two reasons; one, I wanted to spend more time with Mr. Daniels, and two, I felt awful and somehow pitiful towards Harry, though I should have loved seeing him be upset.

"So explain to me why it was your fault Harry was in the bathroom so long?"

I took a deep breath and smiled. "Well, Mr. Daniels, I dared him to stay in the bathroom for as long as it took him to sing the ABC's ten times, and he accepted the bet. Since we are such amazing friends, we have a little game going on where we bet each other to do stupid things." I said, my smile growing as my terrible lie grew bigger and bigger.

He frowned. "Ms. Greenwald, please just tell me the truth."

My smile fell and I sighed. "He told me I got a bad grade, and I told him he failed, and made some snarky remarks, and he got upset and went to the bathroom."

He raised an eyebrow.

"So I'm assuming that this whole 'friends' thing isn't real?"

I shook my head. "Quite the opposite, actually. We've pretty much despised each other since the day we met."

He sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm not blind, Cassia. The reason I out you two so close to each other is so you can get over this stupid rivalry."

It's not a rivalry. I thought. He hates me. I've never done anything to him, besides today. He hurts me.

I thought back Friday, when he had punched me in the face.

But then I realized, I had seen someone else besides him when he had punched.

And something struck a match inside of me.

"Mr. Daniels? Could I go back to lunch now that we've cleared everything up?" I asked quickly.

He nodded. "Try to work things out, Ms. Greenwald."

I grinned. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

I gathered up my stuff and said a quick thank you to Mr. Daniels.

I sprinted down the hallways, careful to slow down every time I passed by a classroom door.

When I got to the lunchroom, people were already leaving for break.

Harry was already outside, I was guessing.

I made a beeline to the exit outside, and ran over to the bleachers.

I saw Harry talking to that boy Louis and that girl that always is with boys.

I dropped my books near a bench and silently walked over to the group of people.

When Harry saw me approaching, his shoulders straightened and a kind look was replaced by one of hate.

"Harry?" I said, my lip quivering.

"What do you want?" He asked, his hands slightly shaking from anger.

"C-could I talk to you in private?" I asked, my nervousness overwhelming me.

"Why would I do that?" He asked, his voice raising slightly.

"B-because I need clear something up with you. P-please?" I begged, feeling tears come to my eyes for now reason.

He scowled. "Fine. You have a minute." He said, shooing away the rest of the group, who walked off awkwardly.

"Y-you know how last Friday you punched me in the face?" I stuttered.

I saw a look of pain spread across his face for a second, then disappear.

"Yeah?"

I took a deep breath. "I realized something. That wasn't you who punched me, right?" I asked, my voice rising a little bit. He looked me in the eye and nodded slightly. "S-someone pushed your hand and you hit me. It wasn't your fault you knocked me out. Someone else made it seem like it was. I'm not saying that I understand why you hate me and all the other times you've hurt me mentally, but I wanted you to know that I..." I exhaled. "I forgive you for that."

He nodded again. "Ok."

I smiled slightly.

He smirked a little. As he turned away, he quickly looked back.

"Oh, and Cassia?" He said, making me spin back around and nod. "I don't hate you. I just can't stand you."

And he walked away.

I don't know why, but for some reason, that gave me a warm feeling in my stomach.

A feeling of relief.

-Gigi

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