(Harry's POV)
9:30 am
I couldn't help but look at her all during class. I starting thinking more and more about her. The way she would put her head down and struggle to find a comfortable position, so she would just sigh and give up. The way she ran her fingers through her long dark hair, and always look for split ends.
She kept looking over at me and roll her eyes and look away again. I love the way she didn't care how people thought about her and-
Man, I need to snap out of this. Why am I thinking of Allison like this?
It's Allison. I hate her. I would never even hook up with her.
The bell rang, silencing my thoughts.
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Harry! Wait up!" I heard someone yell.
I turn around and see Allison walking to me. What does she want?
"No Allison, I will not have sex with you, stop asking." I smirk.
"Shut up," she blushes '"I just wanted to ask you what was up before and during class?" she asked.
What? Why does she care?
"What do you mean?" I snap.
"Like you went to the bathroom and you were gone for like 10 minutes and came back in a bad mood."
She can't know what happened with me and Louis. She can't know about Zayn wanting to hook up with her.
"I went to the bathroom Allison, stay out of my business." I say quickly and turn to walk away.
"Did someone give you a bad blow job Harry?" She calls after me.
I laugh.
Allison looked me up and down. Has she not heard me laugh before?
"You're staring," I smirk.
"Uh.." She stutters. "I definitely wasn't staring at you Styles." She says quickly.
"Whatever you say, Walker," I wink and turn to walk away.
10:00 am
Second period, math, went by slow as hell. I didn't really talk to anyone in this class.
I never talk to anyone in any of my classes, I hate 90% of the people in this damn school and I'm not going to waste my time trying to make friends.
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The bell rings.
My next class was Economics. My least favorite class. I decided to skip.
I saw Zayn in the hallway after the late bell rang with a stupid smirk on his face.
What the hell.
I look to where he was coming from and see Allison turning the corner.
Of course.
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I see Allison storm out her classroom and head to the bathroom. It was probably because her douche bag boyfriend said something. I decide to mess with her even more.
Because I'm a dick.
I grab her by her slim waist and attempt to push her against the wall. She opens her mouth to scream and I cup my hand over it.
"Shh, it's okay it's just me," I try to calm her.
"Get off of me, do you think it's cute to just grab girls and pin them down because it's not." She snaps.
I try to hold in a laugh, she's so small I can't take her seriously when she's mad.
"You're the only girl who doesn't like it," I hum.
"Ugh." She turns to walk away.
"I don't like your choice in outfit today, it doesn't show off anything." I call after her.
"You're disgusting." She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
"You think I'm serious Allison? I would never think of you that way or anyway close."
We all know that's not true, but she doesn't need to know how I feel about her.
"You're such a dick," she sighs.
BANG!
I grab her arm and pull her into some closet classroom thing.
"Harry, what was that?" She whispers.
"It sounded like a gun shot..
YOU ARE READING
Code Red
Teen Fiction"The gun shots were followed by screams. This can't be happening, this kind of thing didn't happen in my town, it was only on the news, this can't be actually be happening. "Allison we have to get down," Harry states seriously." *Contains explicit...
