how you get the boy

five

Three weeks ago, I would say that I was 100 percent positive that this year would be the year of Tenley.

Unluckily, the confidence that I once possessed had deceased, leaving me with nothing but scepticism to hold on to as I went through my days. Even though a month hadn't yet passed, there was already a massive pattern of things not going as planned for me. Universe was, apparently, no longer on my side and I blamed no one but a certain curly head bloke named Harry Styles. And his blond haired ally, Niall Horan who couldn't keep his big mouth shut even if his life depended on it.

Ever since his suspicion was confirmed, Harry couldn't stop pestering me about it whenever he got the chance to do so. And although it had only been two days, I was utterly done with him and his stupid smirk that was always on full display each time he saw me. Niall, on the other hand, had been avoiding me since that night, for he knew that something bad would happen to him if I were to be in the same room as him. Though he was my friend, I hated him just as much as I hated Harry at the moment.

Had Shiloh not knocked some sense into me, I was certain that both Niall and Harry's bodies would have been found dead the next morning and I would have been thrown to the jail straightaway for murder because who else would kill the two of them at the same time if it wasn't me.

"S'not that bad," Shiloh said, head tilting to the side while she made an attempt to scan my face that was surprisingly void of emotions at the moment despite how much of a mess my mind was.

"Please, you're only saying that 'cause you've seen him half naked and now you can't stop thinking about him!" I exclaimed, earning a few dirty looks from people around me. Some even had the nerve to hush me. If we weren't in the library I would have showed them the bird and told them to sod off, but unfortunately for me, we were.

Shiloh didn't speak until she saw that I had gradually calmed down, my eyes no longer shooting daggers at a group of people whom I wasn't particularly keen on sitting at the table next to ours. "Y'know, I don't think he'll tell Louis."

Diverting my focus from the textbook in front of me to Shiloh, I looked straight into her green eyes that were already fixed on mine, "Do you know Harry Styles, Shi? He's The Jackass in case you forgot?"

Naturally, she rolled her eyes at the indignant tone I was using, knowing full well that the overreacting side of me had come out of its hiding and making its grand appearance. It was her fault anyway for bringing up Harry's name. We were having a pleasant – and rather steamy – conversation about Liam Payne and Zayn Malik when she decided to ask me about Jackass. As if he's worthy enough for us to drop the topic of those two beautiful men and talk about him instead.

But alas, since I needed to vent my fury towards Harry and Niall to someone, I told her everything that happened two nights ago.

"From a good chunk of what you've told me, Tee, I can tell that he loves taking the piss out of you."

"Clearly," I said with a roll of my eyes and a huff. Although Shiloh was one of the brightest people I had known, she had the tendency to point out the obvious, making her another person who loved to take the piss out of me because she knew how much I hated it when she did that.

Pushing a strand of hair away from poking her in the eye, she enunciated each word slowly and carefully, "The problem with you, my gullible friend, is that you take the bait all the time."

My initial reaction was to tell her that she was out of her mind. I was not gullible and most importantly, I'd never taken baits from anyone especially Harry. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, I realised that she was right – as much as I hated to acknowledge it. For the past few weeks, I'd been nothing but an innocent dupe in Harry's little game. A game that I didn't want to participate in yet somehow I tripped over an invisible rope and now I had gotten myself tangled in the web he'd created without me realising it.