{Rose's POV}
Harry doesn't have a brother. That's Harry. I gave him a 'are-you-serious' face, and he just nodded, smiling. I rolled my eyes.
"Welcome a board, new buddy." I smiled.
He just smiled back, and slipped my glasses on my face.
I heard a loud smashing sound, and my head snapped towards the direction. There was a big crowd by Harry's locker. Kyle, that dipshit. I walked to the front of the group, and stood in front of 'Marcel'.
"Get your shitty hands off him, just because he's new, does not mean you could just bully him dipshit."
"Oh look, its blind ass. Nice glasses."
"Do you realize how hard it is not to knock you.out right here right now?"
"Rose-"
"Shut up Marcel." I snapped.
"Bloke standing up for nerd? How cute." He teased, and I just lost it. I punched his nose, and blood oozed out. I kept on punching him, just to release my anger. People were gasping around me.
"Your glasses fell." Harry said, handing them to me. I put them on.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" I yelled at everyone, and they just walked away.
I grabbed my books, and walked with Harry to the next class.
"Why didn't you stand up for yourself?"
"Nerds don't do that."
"Some do."
"Who?"
"Me."
"You were a nerd?"
"Still am."
"Oh." He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "How?"
"Let's see.. Populars don't like me. The end."
"Oh. That sucks."
"True."
We walked into class, and Mrs. Chichester looked at the door.
"Ahh, Ms. Baftiri and.."
Harry cleared his throat. "Marcel. Call me Marcel."
He sounded so american!
"Ms. Baftiri and Marcel. Can I speak to you outside, Ms. Baftiri?"
"Sure." I rolled my eyes, and stood by the clear glass. Kyle passed by with a purple nose, and glared at me. I smirked in victory.
"Excuse me." Mrs. Chichester inturrupted.
"Yes?"
"Why did you give Mrs. Lucas an attitude?"
"Because she gave me one!"
"A-"
"Treat people how you want to be treated! She taught me that herself!"
"Alright, but did she teach you respect your elders?"
"Yeah, but she taught me treat people how you wanna be treated first."
"So?"
"First choice, best choice."
"Are you doinhg dr-"
"Don't you dare speak of those nasty things." I growled.
"Alright, alright. But why are you wearing those glasses?"
"Because I am, alright?!?"
"Why." Her hands were getting close to my face. She took off my glasses, and gasped. "You need to go to the nurse!"
"No, I don't." I snatched the glasses out of her hands. "Now go teach, they're litterally a zoo out of control."
I walked inside, and set my books down on my desk.
I sighed, and left my schoolbag in my locker.
"Hey." An american accent said. I shut my locker to see Harry.
"Hi." I said, walking with him.
"What's new?"
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing, either."
"How old are you?"
"19."
"And you weren't in school?"
"Online school."
"Oh, okay."
"Soo.."
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"The american accent."
"Oh."
"Yeah, how?"
"I don't know."
"Okay then."
"Want to come to my house?"
"S- Wait, what about... you know. Him?"
"Lou?"
"Yeahh."
"Oh. Um... I don't know."
"Nevermind, its cool." I smirked, thinking of the perfect plan.
"Okay, let's go!"
I walked behind Harry, and he looked around.
"HONEY IM HOME!" He yelled. Stomping echoed the big house, making Harry smile. I rolled my eyes.
"How was it? Did you like it? Was it boring? Was it a- Oh. Look who's here." Louis inturrupted himself, glaring coldly at me. I waved at him and smiled.
"Yup. Me. Rose. The one who saved Harry because apparently, nerds don't stick up for themselves." I said, taking off my glasses.
Liam came, and gasped when he looked at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, next to me like a lightning bolt, poking the bottom of my eye. I flinched, pushing his hands off.
"I'm fine." I took out my phone, and pressed speed dial 1.
"Hello? Love, are you okay?" Mark started panicking.
"Yeah, Mark, I'm fine. I-"
"Did people bully you about your eye? Did they notice it? Did anyone try to make a stupid comment about it?"
"No. But-"
"Oh my gosh. Are they threatening you right now? To call home to say your fine even though your not? Oh my. BABY! ROSE ISNT OKAY!!"
"Yes I am, Mark! I'm staying at a friend's house."
"No, your not!" Louis inturupted.
"Fine, I'm on my way home. Byee!" I hung up, and turned around. I walked to the door. Someone grabbed my arm. I turned around.
"E-Eleanor?"
"Your staying." She demanded.
