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"How do you feel?" I ask and walk up to him and his friends. I cross arms over my chest and look at him.

"Very well. And you?" He smirks looking at me. "Actually was better before you told me, you had feelings for me." I smirk back and see anger swipe his face.

"Bitch, He doesn't like you." Anita says beside me and I turn to look at her.

"Oh, You think he wants your fucking catfish smelling ass." I smart off getting a few 'oohs' from people.

Her mouth drops and I see her look at Harry. "Are you gonna let her talk to me like that!" She throws her hands up in the air.

"Yea Harry. Go ahead stop me. Stop me like you tried to do with your dad, maybe you will fucking get something out of it. Maybe something to die for." I turn on my heel and walk away. I can feel my eyes tear up but I ignore it and keep walking.

I know what I said was cruel and mean but what he said about my dad. Also, they didn't even get it besides Harry. Anita, She's pushing her barbie fake ass luck.

I turn down a hall and soon is slammed to the locker.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Harry yells holding me against the locker. "What are you gonna do, Leave a bruise on me like you did the first time you met me?" I look at his once green eyes that are now a light gray.

"No. I'll do so much worse." His whispers and his hand slaps me across my face. I fall to the ground and slide my fingers across my cheek. Harry slapped me.

"That's only the beginning." He whispers and walks away from me. "What did I do." I whisper and hug my knees.

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SORRY SHORT BUT ITS MY SECOND ONE

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