3 Months With H.S.

Chapter 3

Gemma POV

"If we were in school right now, I'd be in alegbra," I told Harry.

"Point is?"

"Don't be rude, you're a senior in Algebra II."

He continued to lock his eyes on the television screen with his hands coordinated with the game control. Black Ops 2 was on the screen, and I was getting bored watching him while grounded from my phone.

Mom sort of figured out about Gerald's.

"If you're that bored, get your phone," Harry said, eyes never leaving the screen.

"No, I'm too much of a chicken."

"What if your girlfriend texts you? What if Bri tries to FaceTime you? What if Talking Angela Kiks you? Maybe you just wanna play 2048," Harry taunted, pausing his game.

"You're trying to get me in trouble," I laughed.

"You think I'm joking?" he went across the room, down the halls towards mom's room.

"Harry, stop!"

"No."

"Harry, Gerald's already went down, I can't have this too!"

"No."

"Harry!!"

He grabbed my phone from a shelf. "Two missed calls, five texts, one FaceTime, one kik, seven snapchats and some instagram things. Somebody's popular," Harry said.

I sat on mom's bed.

"What's your passcode?" He repeatedly tapped my screen.

"You'll lock it, stop!" I snatched the phone from him.

Harry ran back into the living room. The seven snapchats were all from Brandon, my ex. How did he surpass the block? Delete... The two missed calls were both Kylie, which was the only thing I was interested in right now.

"Hello?"

"Kylie, Harry made me sneak my phone from my parents."

"Oh. Why'd you call?"

"You tried to call me twice."

"Oh, yeah. I can't go to zoo camp tomorrow." I could picture her messing with her jaw nervously.

"Why not?"

"Some stuff popped up."

"Like what?"

"...Gynecologist... bye," she hung up.

What 15 year old goes to a gynecologist? I guess I should since I'm 17 but I hate doctors.

Harry was the Kik, what a sarcastic douche.

^What is it, Harry?^

The grey R popped up as I waited for his reply.

^I don't feel well, gonna get some tea^

^Try not to miss zoo camp, Kylie just bailed^

Bri's still going, thankfully.

^Idk, i feel nauseous^

^Be a man, take an Advil :)^

^Shut up, I'm trying to play Flow, woman.^

A middle finger sticker popped up and I chuckled to myself.

I then instantly got numerous texts from Hayle. Something about Bri being in huge panic about a saleswoman and a dad returning watery lip gloss.