In an Elite, private School filled with sex, drugs and corruption, the most popular girl, Megan Ryan mysteriously vanishes. In a turn of interesting revelations, it is found out that the troublemaker, the player, the rich boy, the slut, the church g...
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*contains mild sexual themes*
Harry POV
"Ok, now this is a real song" I said, changing the record to Shania Twaine 'that don't impress me much' whilst hearing Lennon laugh in the background.
When I told Lennon how important it was that I passed English in the next exam, the motherly instincts she has kicked in, and she insisted on helping me. I wasn't overly keen on having someone helping me but when that was someone was Lennon, the most patient and non-judgmental girl I knew, I suppose I could make an acception. So, for the past week, Lennon has been coming over to my house to help me with English.
My mum seemed very confused because I hadn't cleaned my room without being told to in about 3 years. But I had woken up 2 hours earlier just to make sure that my room was tidy enough, my porn was hidden, there were no dirty boxers around and it smelled nice. I decided to choose the strawberry airfreshner because it was the first scent I thought of when I thought of Lennon, you know, it just made sense?
"I can't believe that you like Shania Twain" Lennon said throwing her head back on pillow, her brown locks spreading out as she giggled. I couldn't help but smile as I thought that when I went to sleep tonight I will probably be inhaling her strawberry scent.
"What's so hard to believe? She's an amazing singer" I said, confident. I have never been afraid to admit my music taste. Even more so with Lennon, she had brought over a few records as a surprise and I couldn't have been happier to see records of Elvis, The Beatles, Stone Roses and Supremes but when she had put on Sinead O'Connor that's when I had to switch it up a little.
"She is an amazing singer" she said, bouncing her leg up and down on the bed. In typical Lennon fashion, she was wearing a yellow skirt which had bananas on it, whilst I was enchanted by the fruit my, eyes kept unwittingly wondering to her legs, especially because of her position on the bed where I had a full view of her long, pale legs.I had to keep adverting to my eyes to avoid looking like a creep.
"What's your favourite colour?" She asked, randomly. I had noticed a few things about Lennon, ok maybe more than a few things. One of them was that she came out with the most random things at the most random times.
"Blue" I said, looking into her eyes.
"Why blue? I thought you would like something unique, like brown"
"Nope, although I do like brown" I said.
"Me too, it's a warm colour"
"It is. As long as you don't associate it with shit"
"Harry" she laughed and I just shrugged.
"Is this song not over yet?" She laughed.
"Hey! You said you liked this song! Anyway, it's your fault for putting on Sinead O'Connor, shouldn't the Beatles have been first LENNON?" I said, emphasising her name.
"You are Right! I'm an absolute disgrace" she said giggling and getting up to change the record. As she stood there, one foot in front of the other attempting to change the record. I couldn't help but lean back on the seat I was on and look at her. The sun was beaming in from the window, not to much, not to less, just the right amount. It made her pale skin shimmer and I noticed that in the sunlight, her hair had a slight red tint to what I usually just thought was brown.
