Fifth Harmony: High School

Guilt

Normani's POV

It was 4th period and I still felt guilty about what we had done to the new girl. I had been feeling very guilty lately, about everything. I was getting tired of hurting people.

I walked into math class and scanned the room for a place to sit. I spotted the new girl, Camila.

I had to apologize to her. I had to! I rushed over to her desk.

"Hey! Um... Camila? Look, I'm really sorry about-"

"Normani?" A familiar voice interrupted. I looked up to lock eyes with Ally Brooke. More guilt. It hit me and piled up, giving me a nauseous feeling in my stomach.

"I don't think she wants to talk to you right now," Ally stated.

Of course she didn't want to talk to me. Not after what I did this morning! Here I was, trying to be genuine, and because of my screw up this morning, she thought I was fake. She would probably think that for the rest of her life.

I nodded. "Ok," I managed to whisper. The bell rang.

"Ms. Hamilton, please find a seat." The teacher instructed.

"Ooo! Mani! Come sit next to me!" It was Ariana. I quickly walked over to her and took a seat.

"Good for you trying to embarrass her more," Ariana whispered, "but next time wait until we're all in a group."

"Yeah, ok," I mumbled.

Ally's POV

"What was that about?" Camila whispered.

I shrugged. "I'm guessing she was trying to embarrass you again."

"Oh..." she looked down at her desk.

"Hey," I lifted her chin up. "You have me, ok?"

She smiled. It was a little weak, but it was good enough for me.

After math ended, I walked Camila to her next class, science, then rushed to history. I was late, again, but once I explained the situation to my teachers, they let me go.

I looked around the room. There was one available seat.

Next to Normani. Kordei. Hamilton.

Now, I'm very Christian. I'm not one to say that I "hate" people, but I very strongly disliked Normani.

We went way back. But in 7th grade, she hurt me. So badly I could barely even look at her now, as I went to take my seat next to her.

As I sat down next to her, she studied her shoes. I saw her open her mouth slightly, but she quickly closed it.

As long as we didn't speak, this class would be fine.

Normani's POV

I missed Ally.

There, I admitted it. I missed her. I really did. But did she miss me? No she hated me.

Actually, she probably didn't hate me. She was too religious to hate. I smirked at that.

Even though I missed her, I knew that what I had done to break our friendship was all my fault. There was nothing I could do to fix it.

And I would have to deal with that fact for as long as I lived.