*Harry’s POV*
(Sorry to change it on you guys!)
After entering the high school halls once again after two weeks of being absent no one bothered to turn their heads. Until I reached my locker did I hear the constant murmurs behind my back.
“Wow, I thought he would never show up to school ever,” one girl whispered to another girl.
“I’m sure he won’t make it. Will just drop out after four hours,” another person said very loudly. Purposely wanting me to hear him. I kept staring at the books for my Biology and English classes. Pretending to be searching for something until the bell rung to signal us to our first class.
“Well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Styles. Flesh and blood.”
“What do you want Kyle?” I demanded, not bothering to give him the satisfaction of looking at him.
“Want to know why you quit the basketball team?”
“You know why.”
“Oh I know. I just want to hear you say it.”
I faced him. “Just because she broke up with you for me does not give you the right to be a douche after her death.”
His smile faded. “She did not break up with me. I broke up with her.”
“Not what I heard the first time we had sex.” I crossed my arms. “Or the many times after that.”
He grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers. “Was that before or after she started dying?”
I pushed him off as hard as I could. “Back off dude!”
He pushed back. “No you!”
I almost raised a fist in the air until the bell rung.
“This isn’t over,” Kyle warned before heading off to class.
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