Project: CA, U.S.A. | Harry Styles AU

Chapter 11

"I'm going to kill him. Seriously. Like...tomorrow, in PE, I swear I'll ram that shitty basketball thing in his stupid face, so hard, that his hideous smug grin will vanish forever before he can even say 'cheese' for the picture that I'll make and put on his grave. " I rambled with only one breath. My stare wandered into nowhere, quickly finding 4 other methods to erase this dumb human being from my surroundings.  Who does this dickwad think he is?

"So it's not true?" Her voice held a hint of relief and surprise as she completely ignored my previous statement.  

"Of course not! No need to sound so surprised, did you really think I would do that? After one night? At a party? With him?" I couldn't deny that I was a little bit hurt that Leah would presume I'd do something like that. But mostly, I'm angry. Outraged. Mortified.

All this because of that stupid immature douche. Harry.

I think I owe you a little explanation, huh?

Well, first of all, I have to admit that I'm still  a bit pissed at the fact that he can't remember anything from the things I told him when I opened up yesterday. But frick it - that's some unimportant shit right now, concerning the things Leah just told and showed me on her precious little cellphone.

Because there was a certain app. Twitter.

There was a certain profile opened. Harry's.

And then there was a certain last tweet with a certain picture. Of me. Sleeping. In Harrys freakin' clothes.

And then there was a certain subtitle. 'Look who's a little hungover today (; Wakey-wakey darling, it's time to swap the nail polish with my shirt again (; '

I don't have to tell you what not only Leah but also probably the rest of the school would think when they see this, do I? 
Great, I'm just about a week over here and I've got rumors going on about me being 'easy-to-get' and 'slutty'. Undeserved rumors, as I want to state clearly here again.

But why would he do that? Even if he didn't remember, I knew that he was somewhat nice and funny last night. Could he just be like that when he's drunk? But otherwise he was his quite annoying self too when I met him on the first day that he was drunk. I could manage to cope with his bugging character when we talked, but who gave him the right to spread photos like this on the internet? And even worse, to add such a suggestive comment?!

I didn't realize that my jaw was clenched, making a very unhealthy noise and that my knuckles were already white from gripping the table we sat on, until Leah interrupted my once again criminal mind.  

"N-no, I'm sorry. Of course -when I would've thought about it- I wouldn't have judged so quickly. It was just the fact that you disappeared yesterday with him- I remember that- and then you didn't come home yesterday and then there was this picture...."

I snorted. "Thought about the fact that I didn't have a car nor a driving license or a cab to 'come home yesterday'? You didn't seem to care about that when you got home. Even though I wonder about how you managed to get here? You obviously didn't drive the car by your drunken-self yesterday anymore, did you?" Challenging her, I raised my eyebrows. I felt a bit sorry for snapping at her like that, because she was just concerned about me but -as Harry unfortunately stated right- I, indeed had a little buzzing big-head from yesterday and it hadn't gotten better when I had seen the picture. It was unnerving.

"I'm really sorry 'bout that Ali." She just ruefully stated. "I-I got home with some ,euh, friend. He doesn't drink alc so he drove me."

Her face reddened slightly and that's what made me instantly curios. "You mean that 'friend' you mentioned earlier that evening to me?" The frown on my face was soon replaced by a big grin. "What was his name again?..Logan?"