Last period finally rolls by, today has been extraordinarily slow. I long for the bell to end the day, tomorrow is the weekend. I've managed to cover the evidence of last nights events fairly well, so no one commented about the few love bites. I feel my face heat up at the thought of the boys warm lips. I push the thought to the back of my mind as I take my seat in the back like always and Harry sits next to me, soon after.
"So, are you sure you don't want to write about prostitutes? I'm sure we'll get an A." Harry says, facing me.
I laugh, shaking my head.
"Yeah, see how well that works out with Mrs.Karnick. She doesn't take things like that necessarily funny." I say. Speak of the devil, Mrs.Karnick walks in the door as the bell rings. She sets her never ending pile of papers on her desk, before looking up at us.
"Alright class- Niall, Brendon." She speaks sternly, "Sit down, this isn't a period for you to practice sports." Niall and Brendon apologize as there football hits someone in the back of the head. They quickly retrieve the ball and find their seats. I recognize Brendon as the pervert who thought it was funny to pinch my bum.
Mrs.Karnick clears her throat before continuing. "Now, assuming you've all picked your topic, I want you and your partner to start writing about it. You must explain why it's wrong and what you can do to help prevent it, whatever your topic may be. If you have ever witnessed or experienced this, make sure to add that or just provide examples in society. I only want one copy and the length doesn't matter, just make sure you cover all the needed details. You may get started."
I turn my chair to the side, to face Harry better. I get out a blank sheet of notebook paper and a pencil.
"Alright well, lets get started." I say.
Harry and I work all period and we actually get a lot done. With five minutes left of class, we decide to play 20 questions to keeps ourselves busy.
"Alright, it's not a person or place, so thing?" Harry asks, setting his feet on top of the desk. I nod my head, smiling. "Yes! Okay, is it school related?"
"Well, yes and no. It can be found in school, but it's not always that great." I say, scrunching up my nose.
"Um, do we use it everyday?"
I nod.
"Books?"
"No."
"Pencils?"
"Nope."
"Hmm, bags?"
"Negative."
"Condoms?" Harry asks, grinning widely.
I shake my head at his immature answer. "Real funny, Harry."
"Ugh, I give up! I hate this game." He sits back, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It was food. We use it everyday, well eat it, and it's found in and out of schools, but doesn't always taste good." I explain. Harry groans, standing up.
"I don't care, we're not playing this game again. I hate it." He picks his bag up and swings it over his shoulder. I do the same, gathering my things.
"Your such a baby, it's just a simple game." I say, laughing as he pouts at my insult. I'm glad Harry and I were put together as partners, he's kind, hilarious, and charming. I have a small amount of friends here so I'm glad I have a new one.
The bell rings and we all file out of class, into the crowded hallway. I walk with Harry to his locker first since its closest. I hear someone shout my name and I turn around to see Niall and my best friend Becky, coming towards me.
