Late Are You

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Harvey P.O.V

I am so late he is going to kill me. Hi, I am Harvey I am 17 years old. Now you may ask who and why am I dead. Well, I have a friend he takes naps on me around this time. My friend only gets sleep at lunch when I let him nap on me. This friend's name is Andy Fowler. We have known each other seen we were babies. Andy is very important to me, which is why I feel really bad about being late.

So here I am running through the school to Andys spot. I can see people's confused looks. People are calling my name, trying to talk to. Most people would call me popular. I just like talking to people that's all. Plus I hate being lonely more than anything. I finally get to the spot. What I see just stuns me.

Rye Beaumont is letting Andy sit on his lap. Not only that, but he has Andy turned towards him. Rye has his arms around Andy.

How..what..why

Andy hates people and them touching him. What right dose Rye have to touch Andy. No, he has no right and he does not even know him. Plus, Rye never talks to other people. What in the world is happening here?

I need a picture of this. I took a picture and sent it to Andy. You see I have been hiding behind a tree the whole time. Rye is awake and sees Andy's phone go off. He turns his head in my direction. He looked at me with cold eyes. Those eyes that could and would cut me in half. His coldness, I could feel it from where I am.

"I see you, stop looking at MY cuite"

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