A School Girl's Hero

Chapter Two

I slowly dragged my self out of bed the next morning, I wasn't late today, that good right?

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"Hey Wines." harry says as he jump starts me pulling me away from me and my friends conversation.

"Who said you could call me that?" I say sarcastically but he takes me seriously.

"I-I just figured. since last night." He says in a choppy voice.

"What happened last night?" Abby now joins the conversation.

"It doesn't matter, nothing happened." I say as me and harry walk away, "Last night wasn't anything, I don't want to be another one of your whores Harry."

"B-but its not like that this time."

"You left me for Britnee last night. Plus I know the game you're playing, act like their friend, and then they have sex with you and you move on. I'm not going to let you play me." I say as we come to a stop.

"Nothing is between me and Britnee. We are just two kids having fun. I mean honestly don't act like you haven't had sex before." He  nudges at me as I look down in disappointment. "YOU HAVEN'T?"His eyes widen.

"No, I just nearly got my first kiss." I  say still looking down.

"Really? I would have thought someone like you would have." he says pausing "You know, when I said it at the party, I was kidding, I thought you did." he realizes how stupid he sounds as he grabs ahold of my hand "Its a good thing, it shows you have strong morals."

"You're right, I dont need you telling me that. when was the first time you had sex?"

"Oh, well, you see, in seventh grade, it wasn't my idea, but it happened." He said ashamed.

"oh, hah, you are quite the rebel Styles, but still, I'll be your friend, that's all." I push away his hand.

"Did you just friend zone me?" he say with a weird look," ive never been friend zoned before, especially by beautiful girls."

"For now." She looks at me and winks "you still have a chance."

"Is that so?" He smiles as the bell rings.

"I have to go, I have to go to the fourth floor." I hug him  before I run in the direction of the stairs, he stood there with a surprised look on his face.

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Harry's P.O.V.

I've never been friend zoned. Girls usually go wild with me, they say I have amazing features and a seducing accent. I have always had a way with the ladies and they fell at my feet, now I'm the hushed child in the back seat while their parents gossip in the front of the car. I feel so strange, like I have a locked door in front of me and no were else to go. Oh well, its not like I like her anyways, she's just another whore in the 9th grade.

"Mr.Styles, you're late. Do you have a pass?" Mr. Chandler says as I take my seat ten minutes after class began.

"No, but I'm sure my locker would love to sign it, if I can get it open." I say with a smirk making up an excuse.

"Very well then, you can just go to the counselor's office instead and be her helper for the day."

"Fine with me, I don't like math anyways." I say walking out of the class room and straight to the counselor's office.

"Harry?" I hear a feminine voice, very familiar.

"Hailey?" I turn around to see the brunette standing at the door. "What are you doing here?"