Stuck » h.s. (UNDER EDITING)

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Louis looks as if he's trying to make a decision. "I think I need to go after him," he says, grabbing his bottle of Coke.

"Completely understandable. He was your friend before you were mine," I tell him. He smiles apologetically and the door opens and shuts for a second time.

"Do you think I was a bit too harsh?" I look to Amanda and she laughs.

"Don't ever beat yourself up for being a little harsh on Harry. He doesn't get a taste of his own medicine very often. So do it as much as you please. Who knows, it could do him some good."

My phone vibrates next to me, alerting me that I've received a new message. It vibrates again, then again, then another time. I slide the lock screen, going straight to my messages.

Louis: Harry won't speak.

Louis: I take that back. He just told me to fuck off.

Louis: I know he isn't your problem, but he's just so annoying.

Louis: Will you bail me out of jail if I assault him?

Me: Aha(: Just showing him that two can play at his game.

Not even thirty seconds later, I get a reply from Louis.

Louis: Remind me why I'm best friends with him still?

I laugh to myself, not worrying about answering him. I'll just let him take care of Harry.

How is it possible for someone you barely know to piss you off so bad in such little time? It baffles me completely. Especially since he has an emotion switch. It's like he can be joking one minute, then become a complete ass with a snap of the fingers.

My phone vibrates yet again. I swear if it's Louis, I'm going to murder him.

Unknown: Hey Ems, scared yet? -S

I shudder, dropping my phone next to me on the bed. Maybe if I go to sleep, I'll wake up and it will all just be some insane dream.

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The next morning, the swelling has gone down enough for me to walk and there's hardly any pain. I must have only twisted it, thank God. I couldn't find a way to make the gauze less noticable, but I couldn't skip class either, so I had to come with a big white patch taped to my head.

Blake is seated beside me, jotting down notes in his planner. I don't want to bother him, so I nervously tap my foot against the ground, becoming that annoying person in class everyone wants to kill.

Harry strolls in, glaring at me before sitting on the row behind me instead of next to me.

Good. Stay there. I don't want you to sit next to me anyways.

Who are you kidding? You know you want him to sit right next to you so he can irritate you and so you can smell his cologne and secretly stare at him.

Oh, shut up.

Professor Parker ends up coming to class ten minutes late, explaining that he got held up across campus. He eventually cuts his story short, realizing that none of us really care that he was late or why he was late. We just want to get on with the class.

I can hear Harry's annoyed sighs and it causes a small smile to form on my lips. Professor Parker begins his lecture on character development and the importance of the steps you must take and blah blah blah. I know I should pay attention, but it's kind of hard when you can feel someone's eyes practically burning holes in the back of your head. I want to turn around and snap at him, but I know that would only make the situation between us worse, whatever that situation may be. If there even is a situation.