"Hazel!" Rosa exclaims, grabbing my arm as I was about to walk past her.
It was Monday again, which sadly means school. My mother wasn't suspicious at all about the party, she had just thought that I had slept over at Rosa's, which was far from the truth. She will hopefully never find out.
"What?" I ask. It came out a little bit more rude than I had planned it too. I was annoyed with Rosa, I mean, she did pretty much abandon me at the party.
"Are you pissed at me?" Rosa asks, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. If I'm honest, I don't think that Rosa would even care if I was annoyed at her or not. She's probably best friends with Nessa and her gang now.
"Well, yeah...You did leave me at the party."
"What?" She exclaims, before laughing a little. "I didn't leave you, you left with someone. I always knew that you would turn into a whore," she says sympathetically, as if she is upset with me.
"H...How could you say that?" I say, stuttering a little. I'm shocked, how could my best friend call me a whore? If anybody is a whore, its her.
"Oh, look who it is," Rosa says, with a roll of her eyes. She's looking at someone behind me, I turn to see Harry standing there. He has his hands in his pocket. Dressed in the same clothes that he's always in, a black shirt and tight jeans, I begin to wonder if he has any other clothes.
"Are you okay?" Harry asks, his attention focused on me. He seems genuinely concerned about me, its strange because I've never had that before.
"I'm fine," I lie, sending Harry a small smile. He doesn't seem sure, he stays stood in his spot, obviously not going anywhere.
"Rosa!" I hear an annoying voice yell. I turn, seeing Nessa running towards us, followed by Ellen and Taylor. She barges past me, knocking me backwards. She then gives Rosa a tight hug, as if they haven't seem each other in ages, when in reality it has only been a couple of days.
"What are you doing standing with him?" Nessa says, her eyes darting towards Harry. Anyone could tell that she was trying to keep her voice quiet, but she failed.
"They were just leaving." Rosa says, giving me a hard stare as if telling me to go away. I roll my eyes, turning around to walk away. Harry joins me.
"Are you okay?" Harry asks me, for the second time today.
"Yeah...Just a little shocked, I thought Rosa was my friend but..." My voice trails off. I don't know what to say. I have just lost the only friend that I had.
"She's a bitch." Harry states, running a hand through his hair. I nod my head, agreeing with him.
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"Hey, Hazel...Right?" A voice speaks. I look up from my desk to see a boy, he has straight black hair, and piercing light blue eyes. As I study him more, I realise that he's Damon. I only briefly saw him at the party, where he was fighting Harry.
It is the lesson before lunch, which means its almost time to go home. I've had enough of this day, everywhere I go I see Rosa with her new friends, they keep giving me dirty looks and I've had enough.
"Yeah..."
"You came to my party,"
"Yes, that was...Fun." I lie. Damon lets out a laugh, obviously not believing me.
"Can I ask you something?" Damon asks. Not giving me a choice, he pulls out the chair next to me, sitting down on it. Resting his arms on the desk, he turns to face me.
"What is it?"
"What do you see in Harry?"
"What? I...I...We're just friends," I stutter, my words coming out all mixed. I barely know Damon, how does he know that me and Harry are close?
"You shouldn't hang around with him, he's a bad guy," Damon tells me. I am sick of people telling me this! People have told me that Harry is bad to hang around with, people have told me that Damon is bad.
"I don't believe that." I say, trying to defend Harry. I don't know why I am, I don't really know Harry if I'm honest.
"He came to my party just to start a fight," Damon says. That's a point, Harry did do that. I still want to know why Harry turned up at the party, I will have to try and find out.
"He's nice."
"Nice? Babe, you don't know half the things he's done," Michael lets out a laugh. "You won't think that he's so 'nice' when you find out.
What Damon doesn't know, is that I already found out.
"How do you know Harry? Were you friends?" I question casually, attempting to get answers. He hesitates, eyebrows furrowing together, before replying.
"It's complicated." Damon's jaw tightens, his cheekbones becoming more prominent. "He-"
"Damon, Hazel, stop talking." The bitch of a teachers calls from the front of the class. A few pairs of eyes turn to glance at the two of us, and I roll my eyes.
"What are you doing?" My voice drops to a whisper, watching as Damon scribbles something on a piece of paper. He presses a slender finger to his lips, indicating that I should be quiet, although he's smirking.
"Call me, and I will tell you everything you want to know." Damon whispers in reply, sliding the paper over to me. He holds my eye contact for a few moments, before standing, and making his way back to his original seat.
Glancing down at the number, I let out a sigh. What have I gotten myself into?
