Gabriella’s POV:
I cannot believe I was in this class with these thugs. Ugh. Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik. Gross. They are all part of the local gang, well the one that my boyfriend, Quinton, was the rival of. They all had tattoos and piercings, I had none. Quinton had a lot. He had a sleeve on his left arm and almost a full sleeve on his right. The boys in my class, the Weston Gang, had more than enough tattoos for millions of people. I sighed and took a seat in the back of the class. I did not want to be near them. I hated health anyway. My class wasn’t the best, I had none of my friend in it. I wanted to have Quinton right by my side, so I could feel safe.
Our teacher walked in the room. “Okay. Stand up and stand in the back of the room. I will be assigning seats.”
We all got up and followed her directions. She spilt up the boys of the Weston Gang. The first seat was Niall and the last in the row was Liam. They were on opposite sides of the room. Louis was placed in the second row, in the middle. The third row started off with Zayn and then she went down the room. She was at the second to last seat when she called my name. I dreaded the name that was coming next.
“Harry Styles.”
He took the seat next to me. He didn’t say a word to me, hell, he wouldn’t even look at me.
The teacher began to talk, “You will be doing a project with your table mate, it is about getting to know each other. You will be given an instruction sheet in a minute. Start to talk to your partner. These will be your seats for the year."
The year?
I turned to Harry, “I-“
He put his hand up to stop me, “I know you’re dating Quinton and you’re serious and all that happy shit, so let’s not do this.”
“Do what?”
“Act like we can tolerate each other.”
He didn’t even know me. How did he know if he could tolerate me or not?
“Okay. But you don’t know me.”
He laughed, “I know your boyfriend has fucked every girl in this school while still dating you. I know you cant break up with him because you ‘love’ him. But, I think that’s a load of bullshit. I also know you’re a huge bitch, but you cant stand to not have a boyfriend. You’re a whore.”
I looked at him with my mouth open. My eyes were tearing up. Quinton was my only real boyfriend I ever had, but I had hooked up with a quite a few boys in the past.
I looked down at my lap and a tear fell from my eyes.
Harry sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. That wasn’t my real intention.”
“Fuck you, yes it was.”
“Was not.”
“Fuck that.”
“Is that all you can say?”
“No, I can also say that I hate you.”
“Ouch.” He made an gesture like he was holding his heart. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
“I bet you have, you dick.”
“Why are you so mad? I was just telling the truth.”
“That’s the problem.” I mumbled.
He smiled slightly, “What?”
“I said you’re right.” I almost yell.
“I am sorry though.”
“I don’t care.”
Our teacher, Ms. Crown, interrupted us, “Okay, so get together this weekend with your table mate and make the poster!”
I looked at the sheet on our table. Great we had to make a poster comparing and contrasting ourselves.
I looked at Harry, “So, anyone to kill this weekend.”
“Just one, but I guess I’ll have to put it on hold.”
I rolled my eyes, because I knew he was referring to Quinton.