The Bad Boy

Chapter 2

Stephanie's P.O.V

The next day at school is terrible. Harry will not shut up. He follows behind me everywhere I go, just being plain annoying.

"I know you love me! I know you care! Just shout whenever! And I'll be there!" He struggles to keep up with my fast walking as I head to class.

"Really, Justin Bieber," I whip my bright red ponytail at him.

"Got a problem, baby?" He smiles.

I grab him by his shirt collar and pull him close to me, "Don't ever call me baby again," I demand.

"My anaconda don't! My anaconda don't! My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun!" He says right after I let go of him.

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!!!!" I am done with everything.

He doesn't have time to respond because we both walk into the classroom where the class has already started. Great, he made me late.

"Mr. Styles and Ms. Cox, please sit down," our teacher, Mr. Sims, commands.

We shuffle to our seats and sit down. Harry scoots close to my desk and starts talking to me.

"Did you love my present I sent you last night," His cool breath hits my ear.

I don't respond to him. I just stare to the front of the class and actually pay attention.

"Remember your eight page essay about the Holocaust that is due Monday," Mr. Sims says.

Oh crap. I completely forgot about that essay. Now I have eight pages to write in three nights, not to mention all of the other homework I will have. This is going to be bad.

Harry must see my facial expression change, "Did you forget to write your essay?" He asks.

"Maybe," I murmur.

"I could help you with it after school if you wanted me to...."

"Absolutely not," I interrupt.

"Well someone's a little grumpy today," Harry says.

"Maybe because I am talking to you," I fire back.

"I'm sorry sweetie," He smirks.

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I don't know if I can handle Harry anymore. He. Is. Driving. Me. Insane. At least the school year is almost over. I don't know why he is so obsessed with me.

The bell rings for the end of the day and I sprint out to my car. Getting in, I decide to go the coffee shop to work on my essay. Maybe I can find some peace there.

I see the sign of the small coffee shop that says "Mark's Coffee." I park at the front of the building. Grabbing my computer, I traipse in the shop.

I sit down at an open booth and turn on my computer. I open Microsoft Word and quickly start typing my paper.

"What would you like to drink?" I look up to see a waiter staring at me.

"Umm, I'll take a mocha java chip frappe, two shots of espresso, one of pumpkin, light cream, and no whipped cream," I say.

The waiter walks away and I continue typing. I am probably going to get a horrible grade on this paper.

I hear the door open just as the waiter hands me my coffee. I take a sip and when I put it down, I want to scream. Sitting right across from me is none other than Harry.

"What's up," He smiles.

"What, do you have a tracking device on me or something?" I question.

"No I don't. I'm just very smart," Harry replies.