𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑! | harry styles

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JUST when Bree was beginning to think she was invisible to the mass population of Lockridge Falls High, attention started to dribble her way. What first appeared as an accidental bumping into, turned into an introduction to Max Anderson and his "crew". Fifteen minutes into a very one-sided conversation, Bree realized that Max thought she ought to feel privileged that he had graced her with his presence.

"So, I've seen you around, but I just hadn't gotten around to meeting you," Max prattled. "I don't think we have any classes together."

"Nope." Bree looked around, a signal that she needed to get to her first class.

"What about sports? Thinking about going out for anything?" Max went on.

"No. I'm not really into that." Bree frowned and shook her head.

"Huh…I would have figured you for a swimmer…or a gymnast." Max grinned.

The warning bell sounded and Bree started backing away from him. "Nope. Neither of those…uh…well, I guess I'll see ya around."

"Yeah, okay. Table three at lunch. It's in the middle of the cafeteria." Max called out to her.

The tables had table numbers? Bree wouldn't know. She'd never eaten inside of the cafeteria.

As she headed towards history, Bree wondered if the new shirt and jeans she was wearing made a statement about her that was attracting attention. That certainly hadn't been her intention when she'd bought them.

Mrs. Kenner was at her desk speaking with another student about an upcoming test when Bree entered the classroom. The seat she preferred to sit in was occupied, so Bree took a seat towards the middle of the classroom. In a matter of seconds another student came and sat down beside her. Bree thought nothing of it, until she saw that the student was Jocelyn Grey. Immediately her heart rate increased.

"Hey." Jocelyn looked over at Bree.

Bree gave a tentative glance to make sure Jocelyn was talking to her. When she saw that she was, Bree offered a tight-lipped smile and a non-committal nod.

"So listen, I wanted to talk to you about something," Jocelyn began. She paused long enough to wave over her dark-haired friend, a short girl who Bree remembered as a cheerleader at the last pep rally. "We had a little misunderstanding."

"About what?" Bree asked skeptically. She was pretty sure that this was going to end up with her being the butt of some sort of joke.

"Harry," Jocelyn stated flatly. "He's a good friend of mine and I had heard a rumor that I thought you started."

"Why would you think that?" Bree interrupted.

"Someone told me," Jocelyn waved away the question quickly. "Anyway, Harry and I have always kind of looked out for one another…so… I was just looking out for him that day I told you to stay away from him."

"Ah," Bree nodded as if she was going along with the story.

"But now that I know that you and Harry are friends…well, I guess it doesn't really matter."

"What doesn't really matter?" Bree was having trouble following Jocelyn's logic. However, she steered away from confirming or denying her friendship status with Harry.

"What was said. I mean, since we're both friends with Harry." Jocelyn stated. She looked like she was even trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

"Oh," Bree eyed her with caution.

"And, uh, this is Connie," Jocelyn finally introduced the girl sitting to her right. Bree recognized her as Jocelyn's sidekick.