Harry's POV
Thank God for winter break. School is currently shit, and we finally get some time off. Not like I'll have much to do over break anyway, but it's better than being at this hellhole. I look around the halls at the thing I hate the most: the people here. They're all stuck up, thinking that they're better than everyone else. It sickens me. There is one girl who stands out from the rest, though. Not in a good way.
Ariana Grande, miss-oh-so-perfect-but-in-actuality-nobody-really-likes-me. She walks around the school like she owns it or something, but she really just seems all alone. Guess that's her fault for everything she's done, right? I remember when I used to have a crush on her. Oh, the good old freshman days. But then again, I think that everybody liked her at one point or another.
I walk to my locker, ignoring others who attempt to bring me into their conversations. I quickly put away whatever I don't need and close my locker. I hurriedly walk to English. I like being first to class so I'm not stuck sitting up front. I walk past Ariana, who drops her books. She kneels down to pick up her things, but nobody helps her. People walking past just kick everything around.
I stop in front of the classroom door, looking at her. Should I help her? I think about it for a second, then shake my head. By the time I finish deciding, she's already got all her stuff. She glances at me and I look away from her. She continues walking the other way, not bothering to look back again. She turns down the main hallway, which would take her to the other side of the school. I narrow my eyebrows in confusion, since she's in my English class this period.
I shake off the thought, walking into the classroom. I slightly smile at Ms. Greendale, the teacher. I make my way to the back of the classroom and sit; of course the first one here. It's quiet as Ms. Greendale sits at her desk and I sit here at mine. That's the only thing I hate about being first: the silence. But, I guess it's better than having a conversation with the teacher.
My thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, and I let out a sigh of relief as Zayn comes and sits at the desk in front of me. I met Zayn through one of my best friends, Louis. Zayn and I aren't that close but he's definitely something.
"Shit, this day is going to go slow. Can't believe it's only fourth period," he says, loud enough for Ms. Greendale to hear. She looks up from her work.
"Control your language please, Mr. Malik," she says, then continues her work.
"Yes, ma'am," Zayn mumbles, rolling his eyes.
"Smart move," I say, smirking.
"Shut it. Did you hear about Cassidy? Rumor has it she screwed around with James Carlo. Liam's gonna be pissed when he hears about it." He lowers his voice this time, making sure that Ms. Greendale can't hear. I shrug.
"It's probably just a stupid rumor, you know that nothing you hear from Selena Hanson, Jason Rodriguez or Brandon Jenson is ever true."
"Fuck, that's right. Scratch that then." I laugh, and Zayn rolls his eyes. He turns around in his seat to face the front of the classroom and more people start coming in. It starts getting louder and more irritating, but finally the bell rings and it settles down a bit. Ms. Greendale has Miranda Abrams hand out a worksheet to everyone, turned to the back so that we can't see the questions.
"Now, before I let you start, I have a homework announcement," Ms. Greendale says, which causes the class to erupt in whines and groans.
"It's not much," she continues, "Just continue reading pages 240 through 390." That earns her even more whining and groaning, along with a few comments said a bit too loud.
"Hey, settle down!" she says over them, "We need the book finished by the end of this month and I need to start giving this much homework to get us there. I've been too easy on you all throughout this unit. You're seniors, get used to it. College will be much harder next year and your professors will not tolerate moaning and groaning."
Oh no, not the college speech. I've gotten it in almost every one of my classes so far.
"Next year, you'll get twice this much homework. You'll just have to deal with it. You should be thanking me, I'm preparing you for what's to come. If you-"
She's interrupted by the door opening, and everyone turns their head to look at the small girl standing in the doorway. Ms. Greendale sighs, tapping her fingers on her desk.
"Why are we late, Miss Grande?" she asks, annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Greendale. I don't have an excuse," Ariana replies, glancing at the class in front of her.
"Focus on school, Ariana. Getting here. That's your biggest priority right now. Go find an empty seat," Ms. Greendale says. Ariana nods, taking one of the worksheets from the desk. The class laughs as Ariana walks to the only empty seat, which is next to mine. In what world is the only empty seat in the back of the classroom?
She opens her binder and takes out a pencil from her pencil case. Her papers are all cluttered, and I'm guessing that's a result of her books falling out of her arms. She closes the binder and puts the pencil and worksheet in the middle of her desk, leaning back in her seat.
"Alright," Ms. Greendale starts again, "This piece of paper handed to you by Miranda is a pop quiz on what you read from pages 186 through 239. You're allowed to use your book, so I expect all of you to get an A. You may begin."
My heart skips a beat as I remember that last night's homework was to read those pages. This is just great, the smartest kid in class will be getting the worst grade in history. Wait, she said we could use our book- which I left at home. Smart move, genius. I look at the rest of the class and everybody else is working but me. I glance up at Ms. Greendale, who has her nose in a book. You're screwed, Styles.
Just then, an eraser hits the side of my head. I narrow my eyebrows and look next to me. Ariana holds out her book towards me. I just look at her. She gives me a look and throws it on my desk. She motions for me to look inside of it. I open the front cover and there's a tiny piece of paper laying on the first page. It reads;
I don't need the book because I know all of this stuff already, and I have my own copy of it so you can keep this one
You can thank me later
-Ariana xx
I roll my eyes, but hey, she saved me. I turn to her and mouth 'thank you,' and she nods, turning back to her work. Now I feel bad for not helping her before in the hall. But what's done is done.
Finally, the bell rings and everybody hands in their paper. I turn to give Ariana back her book, since I still have my own at home, but she's already gone. Whatever, I'll give it to her later.
I walk out of the classroom and down to the cafeteria. I sit by myself in the back, since I don't know anyone with this lunch period. I take out the extra book that Ariana gave me. Since I have nothing better to do, I decide to start on the homework. She already has a bookmark in there, and I open to that page. It's the right page, but it's not a bookmark. It's a folded piece of paper. I, being the nosiest person I know, unfold it. Looking down at the paper, my heart drops to my stomach. I can't believe what I'm seeing.
A suicide note?
YOU ARE READING
Save Me
Hayran Kurgu❝Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving her time for a better preparation for death.❞ He wants to save her, but she doesn't want to be saved. It may be more of a challenge for him than he thinks. He believes that he can fix her, but he on...
