I exited the bus doors and looked around cluelessly. I had no idea what Harry did in his mornings. He was usually late for class, so I never tagged along with him in his car. Miranda and Kate appeared next to me and walked with me. We all scoped out for the boys and finally found them where I should have looked first.

The garden.

They laughed and passed around the blunts and coughed occasionally. Harry's back was to me and he laughed at a joke that Zayn made.

Miranda and Kate walked to their boyfriends and stood by their side as Zayn and Niall put their unoccupied arm around their girlfriends waist. Harry turned around to look at me and smiled lazily.

He passed the burned blunt to Niall before walking to me. Niall inhaled quickly and held in the smoke. He tried to pass it to Miranda, but she shook her head with a disgusted face.

"Hey, baby," Harry said entwining his arms around my waist.

"We're dating, now?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"If you want?" Harry looked confused.

"Why did you tell them we were dating?"

"I thought we were. We do this all the time, Kirsten," Harry shook his head, annoyed.

"What? What do we always do, babe?" I used my hands as quotations around the word "babe".

"It's the same thing! We kiss, we make out, I grab your arse, you tug my hair. Then, all of a sudden, you hate me. What the hell!"

I scoffed. Just because we shared a few pecks didn't mean we were in love.

"I'm sorry if you think that a little tongue will have me at your feet!"

He rubbed the small stubble on his chin. He looked away and I could tell he was getting angry.

"Why did I have to choose a bitch to like," he mumbled to hisself.

I slapped him across the face before my brain could even process anything.

"Excuse you!" I hissed.

His head was twisted to his right. He looked back at me and I wished I could coward away in a corner. Harry's eyes held an anger that I had never seen. Even when my father would yell, his eyes never reached the fury that Harry was displaying.

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!" He gripped both of my forearms.

I flinched at the loudness of his voice. He looked back and forth between my eyes. I could feel tears threatening to spill from the corner of my eyes.

"If you EVER do that again, I won't hesitate to show you how it feels, too."

I could feel my throat close up. Was he threatening to hit me?

"Are you threatening me?"

"No," he shook his head. "I'm promising you."

He let my arms go and immediately rubbed them while hissing in pain. I could feel the blood traveling back to my arms and the bruises I would find in the morning.

"You're a dick," I hissed to him.

"No babe. I just have one. Maybe one day if you're a good little girl," he kissed my cheek gingerly. "I'll give it you," he walked away back with the others.

I noticed Kate and Miranda had gone and I realised they must be in class. I ran to the front doors and snuck to my locker. I hurried to my class and opened the door. My maths teacher stared at me in disappointment. I was used to that face. My father was stained with that expression.

I sat down in my seat, alone in the back. I didn't have any friends -Diamond and Alex- in this class and that made me sad. This was the class I usually didn't understand. I never was interested in maths. It just didn't make sense; why would I ever need to know the Order Of Operations or what 'X' equaled if I wanted to be a writer.

"Kirsten? Are you listening?"

I looked up into my teachers eyes. He frowned at me and I could see the entire class staring, waiting for an answer.

"In all honesty, I would be lying if I said yes."

The class snickered, but my face stayed serious. My teacher stared a moment.

"See me after class," he muttered to me.

I sighed and opened my notebook. I doodled for the rest of the bell, not near listening to any of the formulas he demanded we remember. I heard the bell and stood slowly. I walked to the desk my teacher sat at and sighed while setting my books on his desk.

"So what's going on in teenage world?" He folded his hands neatly on his ungraded papers.

I giggled silently at his joke. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean you can't talk to me," he reasoned.

I nodded. "Boy problems."

"Oh. That sounds like a problem for your father," he nodded to me.

"Can I please leave, sir. I'm going to be late."

"Next time be on time for my class. And pay attention," he warned.

I grabbed my books with a fake smile. I walked out of the class and saw people socialising with their friends. I walked to my locker and closed it after putting in my combination and putting away my things.

I walked to my free period and entered the science classroom. I was alone once again and didn't sit down.

"Mr. Dexter? May I please use the restroom?" I asked in my nicest voice.

He handed me the pass and I walked out the door to the nearest girls bathroom. After doing my business and washing my hands I stayed in there a little longer, trying to pass time before lunch.

I exited upon hearing a door opening close by. I walked out and stopped in my tracks.

The person stuffed their hands in his front pockets and looked at me in a apologetic trance. I noticed the fading bruises upon his face and the fatness of his bottom lip.

"Hi, Austin," I said, my voice slightly shaking in fright.

Notes

I hate school. I didn't go today, though. My alarm didn't go off. My mom wouldn't even pick me up.

She goes "I'll get my friend Harold to come get you".

I didn't know that Harold so I declined. I have a feeling he was going to touch my 'NO NO boxes'.

So I have to clean the entire house. But that's better than being scared for life.

Comment what you would have done. I want to know if I was right or wrong.

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