Just Love

Chapter 4

I walked down the hallway with Sadie, who was quickly becoming one of my close friends.

"Wait, I never asked you. Why is it that you hate Harry?" I said with a grin.

I kinda felt bad for him. He's been going for this girl for the past month, and hasn't had any luck. I doubt he's gotten lucky in the time either, as she's all he seems to think about.

"Oh.. That. Well I don't know. I don't really I suppose. I think Harry just kinda scares me." She confessed. Scares her? He may look scary, but he's literally a teddy bear on the inside. What is this bitch thinking..

She must have seen the confusion in my features because then she said,

"Like, not scared as in 911 help me but I'm scared for my feelings. He seems really easy to fall for and I know his reputation with girls." What the hell? Harry's a damn virgin. I'm not a dick so I won't tell her that, but still.

"And what is his reputation?" I pressed. I'm curious about this because everyone is too scared of Harry to ever say it to his face.

"That he humps and dumps." She said plainly.

"Who humps and dumps?" A voice said from behind us. I turn around to see a grinning Harry. Oh certainly not you Haz.

"You." Sadie sneered, before walking off and bumping his shoulder in the process.

"Sorry man, I didn't think you wanted her to know that you're still a vir-" I started.

"Who's still a what?" Another voice yelled from behind me. I knew the voice from anywhere however, and it was Gemma Styles. I turn around, and smack her on the head.

"Gemma lower your voice!" I hissed. She smacked me in the head as well, and then the new principles voice boomed down the hall.

"You two! My office now!"

Fuck.

We had to get a new principle because our other one had a student teacher relationship, and was fired. The relationship was with Calum, the dumbass. The poor freshman he was 'dating' was distraught. Hilarious.

"Harry! I'm not going alone!" Gemma yelled, turning around to wait for me.

"God, the new principles an uptight bitch." I grumbled quietly.

"A what?" Mrs. Bitch shouted in my face. Of course she's eavesdropping. Typical bitch behavior.

"A female. You're a girl, no?" Gemma sassed. Mrs. Bitch turned around With a sigh, before continuing to lead us to her office.

"I don't believe we have been properly introduced," she began as we sat down, "I'm Mrs. Johnson. You can call me Mrs. J if you wish."

"Alright. Cool." Gemma spoke up, looking at me to begin talking.

"So why are we here?" I asked the lady.

"You were having a fight! We have a no violence policy in this school." She replied.

"You got here yesterday... How would you know?" I fired back.

"Ashton!" Gemma hissed.

"What is our punishment?" Gemma asked quietly.

"Detention for the next week." Mrs. Johnson replied, with a smug grin.

"Why are you smiling?" I snapped. I'm beyond annoyed with this woman. She's a bigger prude then my 1st grade teacher.

"I just love my job!" She said with a smile, then dismissed us for class.

"What a prude." I said to Gemma.

"A prude? Ash that's not even in the context, idiot!" She started, "Oh and Harry and I need to stay at your place."

My heart skipped a beat. Wait what?

Get a fucking grip Ash, I'm not Harry. And I hate Gemma, right?

She grabbed my hand and got on her knees.

"Please, Ash! I'm begging you! We have mold!" She lied. I knew the real reason, I mean Harry is my best friend. Their mom finds weird ways for money, and apparently their house has turned into her office.

"Of course you guys can. But Luke can't step foot in my house, got it?" I said while stepping closer to her, so I could tower over her.

She nodded then sighed, and walked away with her nose in the air.

"And Gem?" I called, before I could stop myself.

She turned around. I quickly spoke, my nerves kicking in.

"Um. You can stay in my room, if you'd like. I uh, can sleep on the couch. I figure Harry is going to sleep in his usual room. But this time you should have a bed, y'know?"

She looked shocked, and composed herself.

"Oh come on Ashton. We aren't five! We can either share a bed, or I can share with Haz. I'm not making you move yourself for me!" She reasoned.

Since my parents died when I was 10, and I was hopping from foster home to foster home till I was 18, I didn't exactly have enough money for more then a 2 bedroom apartment.

"Eh, we'll figure it out later." I said, just to shut her up.

(So this chapter kind of jumped around quickly, I promise once everything is in place for my plot the length of the chapters will increase, and the detail will too!! Ily all!)