Change My Mind (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

(6) After School Activities

           

Harry

            I was late to class. Who gives a shit? He's probably mad that I brought up his affair earlier. I mean he's had to hear the students talking earlier otherwise he's oblivious and they deserve each other. I get to class and take my normal seat in the back where I always sit. It seemed that everyone was still talking about earlier and the stares got even worse. I scoffed at the idea that people were fascinated with me, I mean they always are. Look at me I'm fucking beautiful. Girls dream of having me, ask anyone in this class. But these weren't good stares. I ignore them as I walk to my seat and keep my head low.

            "Mr. Styles, I see you're late again. Do you know what that means?" He asks me. I look up at him just as the door opens and Brittany walks in. Fuck. Of course she would be taking a class with me. I take a deep breath as the attention seems to be off of me for the moment. "Ah, Brittany glad to see everything went well in the bathroom." Mr. Pontus points out. Some of the class chuckles as she waves him off and sits in her seat across the room. Her eyes meet mine momentarily as she smirks, gives me a wink and looks back to the head of the class. "Any way, as I was saying Mr. Styles, what does that mean?" I look back to Mr. Pontus and sit back in my seat, giving him a shrug.

            "I don't know Mr. Pontus. What does that mean?" I ask him. He huffs a breath and shakes his head. I gave him a smirk and crossed my arms over my chest. I just love playing games with them. And who cares, we're never going to see them again. Just then the door opens again and I see Shiloh come in. Of course she's in this class too. Her eyes meet mine for a moment before I lay eyes on her cheek that's redder than a tomato. I hear Mr. Pontus say something but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. I was too preoccupied with the mark on her cheek. What the hell happened? Wait, why do I care?

            "Mr. Styles!" He says. My head snaps to him, the smirk left my face and he's standing there, detention slip in hand. I roll my eyes and I stand up, walk up to him and take it out of his hand. As I return to my seat I see Shiloh looking at Brittany, to me, and then to her books keeping her head down. Of course others were whispering. It didn't take me long to know exactly what happened. Brittany must have followed Shiloh to the bathroom and smacked her around. A huge part of me was furious. There was no reason for her to hit her. It was definitely something Brittany would do if she were jealous. Which she was as I remember correctly our little conversation earlier in the hallway. I keep my eyes ahead as Shiloh again was in front of me in the line of seats. I ignore Brittany's stare from across the room.

            Once again the class took forever, Language A nearly bored me to sleep. I just wanted to talk to her. I felt some need to apologize to her for Brittany's actions. I wasn't sure on how I was going to do it but I felt the need to. Once the class bell rang I saw her sprint out the door before anyone could catch up to her. Brittany sauntered her way to the door and then looked at me. She mouthed the words 'I warned her" before she left. I shook my head. I told her she had no business in anything of mine. I took a look at her seat and noticed she left her book behind. I grabbed it and walked out the door. Good, this will give me an excuse to talk to her. Excuse? What am I becoming where I am not confident enough to talk to girls? I quicken my pace through the halls, looking for her. Luckily I'm a bit tall so I can easily scan the halls for her. Finally I set my eyes on her. She's stopped, looking down at her schedule. How many times does she have to do that today? She's just about putting it away as I walk up to her.

            "Hey, I think you left this behind-"

            "Get the fuck away from me." She says. I'm a bit stunned not only by her tone but also her accent. You don't really hear them unless they're on TV or if you run into a tourist. I put my hands up. Her eyes are locked on mine, her hands in front of her. "You've been nothing but trouble for me today." She tells me.