It Only Takes One

Twenty Seven

Harley:

"Welcome back Harley, it's nice of you three to eventually show up to class," Mr Bates joked, as I walked in with Ethan and Johno. "Why are you all late?" 

Well Sir, I broke down and they were comforting me and we were making a start on fixing our frienship. We would've come to class sooner but you see, I ended up crying to my best friends and then I didn't exactly feel like letting anyone else know how vunerable I am. 

"We were just sorting a few things out," Ethan said, looking at me like he could read my thoughts. 

I sat down at a desk in the back, along with Johno and Ethan. English. Oh the joys. After Mr Bates went over how to use punctuation correctly he decided to give us a quiz on it. My head sank down onto my book. 

Suddenly, Johno's elbow crashed into mine and I shot awake. I wasn't too sure of my whereabouts.

"I'm sorry Mr Stewart, was I keeping you awake?" Mr Bates said sarcastically. You could see a small smirk on his face, he actually found it amusing. "Can I see you three after class."

The room came alive with "Oohh's". Then they all hurried to pack away and stampeded out of the classroom. We stayed sat down at the back, wondering what Mr Bates wanted.

"So have you three sorted things out now?" he said, interested.

Ethan replied for us, "Yeah, we're alright now."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Now then, if there is anything I can do to help you Harley - if you ever want to talk, I'm always here, ok? I know you have these two and the others to support you, but you have alot of other people who care about you too." 

I nodded, with a faint smile.

"Aw James, you do care," Johno joked.

He laughed, "Watch it you. It's Mr Bates in school, alright? You know the staff get funny when you call me James." 

Me and James we're actually good friends. When I was 7, I got put in care for a while because authorities didn't think my mum could look after me on her own. That's where I met James. He'd grown up in care and was 5 years older than me.

One day some of the kids started picking on me because I was smaller than them, James came over and defended me, since then we'd been good friends and he always had my back. I didn't tell him about what was going on at home because I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone. I think he knew that something was wrong, just he had no idea what.

"Anyway, you know where I am, also where I live," again he laughed, "My door is always open." 

"Cheers James," I smiled, then we left for break.