Dance With Me.

Chapter 10

     "Remind me again why you're making us go back to hell?" I asked Marissa as we stood at the front steps of Tulane High School AKA hell. Being homeschooled for the past two months of our senior year while on tour has been a blessing. Let's just say that being the daughter of one of the only lesbian couples in Tulane, New Jersey hasn't exactly had a great effect on my social life. To put it bluntly, Marissa's my only close friend at THS. I'm a tad socially awkward. 

     "To make all the bitches bow down. Duh!" Marissa said as I rolled my eyes. All she's been talking about was how everybody's gonna be so jealous of our newfound fabulous lives. 

     "Oh. Riiiiiiight. Silly me." I say and stick my tongue out. "Okay, the bells about to ring, Riss. Let's not be late for our first day back at school. If things get tough, remember we're only here for a month before we go back to our hottie boyfriends."

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     "Earth to Jeanette.." my math teacher Ms. Jones says in my 9th period class as everyone in the class giggles. I guess I zoned out.

     "Aw, isn't that cute? Little Miss Famous is too good to pay attention in our little ol' math class," Liz Carey says just low enough for Ms. Jones not to hear her. Her little cronies around her giggle and it takes all I have in me not to turn around and smack her. It's my second week of being back home from the tour and Marissa and I have come to realize that there are two types of ways people treat us. The first type of person is like Liz, and are mean to us. Which isn't new to Liz, honestly. But some people that used to be our friends started saying how we thought Tulane wasn't good enough for us and calling us fame whores. And Liz even told me that Harry was only dating me because he felt bad for me and if he saw her he'd drop me like a hot potato. The other way people have been treating us is the ones who want something from us. Girls and guys alike come up to me daily asking me for an autograph from one or all of the boys. They act like they're suddenly our best friends but Marissa and I are smarter than to trust them to be actual friends. So basically, it's still just me and Marissa against the world.

    The bell rings and I leap up. Finally. Walking out of the school, I search in my bag and check my phone. 5 new texts from Harry. He's been so worried about me since I told him about the abuse Marissa and I've been facing from our peers. I text him back right away 'just got out of school. i'm okay(: call me around 7? love you.' and start my long walk home.

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    Brrrrrng. Brrrrrng. Brrrrrng.

     "Hey, you." Harry says in to the phone. I can just imagine him sitting in his bed right now, holding the phone to his ear, and by the sounds of it; eating something crunchy.

     "Hello, Harold. I miss you a lot." I say and sigh.

     "Yeah, yeah. Don't we all. But seriously, it kills me that I can't hold you in my arms and tickle you until you pee." he laughs.

     "Hey! I told you not to tickle me, okay? I warned you!" I said as I giggled.

     "Yes, it was a fun time when I told the boys how our couch got urine on it. Niall suggested I buy you an adult diaper." he said.

     "Ugh, I hate you." I say with a huge smile on my face.

     "You know you love me." he says. He's right. I know as well as he does that I do love him. 

     "Well, Mr. Styles. I have some French homework. I may have to cut our conversation short." I say sadly.

     "Wait. French, you say? I happen to be fluent in French, Mademoiselle." Well, I learn something new about him every day.