My school? I smile nervously.
“My high school?”, I ask, in a really high voice, which only comes around when I’m nervous. Great. “You want to see my high school?”, he nods, grinning widely.
“Well, I wasn’t really, um, you know, he he”, I try to walk away, but Louis steps in front of the door. I groan, quietly.
“If I didn’t know any better, love,” Louis said, looking at me from narrow eyes, “I’d say you were trying to either hide something, or avoid something.” He smirks knowingly. I hate that look.
“Me?”, I say, in the same voice. “Hide something? No, no...”, I try to walk past him, but there’s no way out.
“Then take Harry to your school,” he challenges. I look at Harry, then back to Louis.
“Of coarse,” I sigh in defeat. Wow, I’m going to my least liked place ever. High school never ends.
“But no Emo, please!!”, Harry begs. I nod, absentmindedly. Why, oh why can’t I run away from the worst days of my life? I go upstairs, to get dressed. I randomly pull out a spaghetti top and a yellow off-shoulder full-sleeve that says: ‘I Heart Nerds!’, with ripped blue jeans. I absentmindedly put on my glasses and head downstairs to the basement where Harry is dressed too. I pull out John’s cap and some glasses. I put the cap on him and the glasses, putting on his hood on him.
“Keep your head down,” I order him. The last thing I need is girls chasing us home. He nods, grinning wildly at me. “What?!”, I ask him.
“Look how close you are.”, he replies, winking at me. I immediately take a step back. This is getting old.
“Get in the car!”, I yell, pointing at the garage door.
“Bye!”, Liam, Zayn and Niall say, waving. Louis is probably in the shower. He pulls up the garage door holding it open for me, as I head out to my truck. He follows.
***
“Can I open the radio?”, Harry asks, halfway into the road. I nod, not taking my eyes off the road. He turned the circle, putting on a punk radio channel.
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends!
So cruel of the world to have me listening to this song, right now. I try my best not to sigh, but it gets out anyway. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry looking at me, confused.
"Sorry," I say, eyes still on the road (What? I'm a little self-conscious about road safety, I live in New York, don't I?) "I'm just not a big fan of rock...", I apologize, half honest, half lying. He nods and tries changing the channel but the circle doesn't budge, on my old truck.
My school? I smile nervously.
“My high school?”, I ask, in a really high voice, which only comes around when I’m nervous. Great. “You want to see my high school?”, he nods, grinning widely.
“Well, I wasn’t really, um, you know, he he”, I try to walk away, but Louis steps in front of the door. I groan, quietly.
“If I didn’t know any better, love,” Louis said, looking at me from narrow eyes, “I’d say you were trying to either hide something, or avoid something.” He smirks knowingly. I hate that look.
“Me?”, I say, in the same voice. “Hide something? No, no...”, I try to walk past him, but there’s no way out.
“Then take Harry to your school,” he challenges. I look at Harry, then back to Louis.
“Of coarse,” I sigh in defeat. Wow, I’m going to my least liked place ever. High school never ends.
“But no Emo, please!!”, Harry begs. I nod, absentmindedly. Why, oh why can’t I run away from the worst days of my life? I go upstairs, to get dressed. I randomly pull out a spaghetti top and a yellow off-shoulder full-sleeve that says: ‘I Heart Nerds!’, with ripped blue jeans. I absentmindedly put on my glasses and head downstairs to the basement where Harry is dressed too. I pull out John’s cap and some glasses. I put the cap on him and the glasses, putting on his hood on him.
“Keep your head down,” I order him. The last thing I need is girls chasing us home. He nods, grinning wildly at me. “What?!”, I ask him.
“Look how close you are.”, he replies, winking at me. I immediately take a step back. This is getting old.
“Get in the car!”, I yell, pointing at the garage door.
“Bye!”, Liam, Zayn and Niall say, waving. Louis is probably in the shower. He pulls up the garage door holding it open for me, as I head out to my truck. He follows.
***
“Can I open the radio?”, Harry asks, halfway into the road. I nod, not taking my eyes off the road. He turned the circle, putting on a punk radio channel.
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends!
I try my best not to sigh, but it comes out anyway. I can feel Harry looking at me, but I don't say anything.
Check out the popular kids
You’ll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom’s straight
And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or thirty-five!
Seriously? What a predicament. Isn't all the same everywhere?
I almost don't stop in front of the school, as I don't notice it's there. I park the car in front of the old building that is my, now former, school. I open the door and get out. Harry does the same.
"What about the radio?", Harry asks. I look at the small square, blasting music that makes me want to scream.
"Oh.", I say. I lean over the driver's seat and hit the radio, hard. It stops abruptly. I turn to the large, grey, concrete building, that says: New York High School.
"My school!", I present, smiling with my lips pressed together.
"It's...", Harry says, trailing off.
"Ugly, fake, stupid?", I guess.
"Big.", Harry corrects. I roll my eyes and start making my way inside. I'm about to step onto the opposite footpath, but a silver Volvo rushes in front of me. I grab Harry's hand and jumped back just in time. Both of us take deep breaths.
"This town is no joke!", Harry gasps. I would've said something but I was too shocked. Eighteen years in the Big Apple and you still don't get used to it.
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