Mommy • H.S

ten ;;

As promised Harry went to school the next day. The sound of familiar voices and laughs disgusted him. The same stale people, every damn day.

He sits in seventh period, sitting drowning out into his thoughts. Memories even, of the day before.

"Harry? Question 32, what's the answer?" Mrs. Finnick asks

"12." Harry answers plainly

"Nice, correct, Bryan 33?"

Harry sighs deeply, only to have a paperball hit his arm. Tumbling on his desk, looking over he catches that Mrs. Finnick didn't see it.

Frowning he opens the letter, seeing words written in a gel pen.

'Gale likes you, ask her out?'

Laughing softly, he grabs his pencil, writing firmly on the paper.

'I'm not interested'

Harry looks back, only to see Kimora looking at him with greedy eyes.

"Give me the letter." She whispers

Harry tosses it to her, relaxing it back in his seat.

"Douche." Kimora scoffs loudly

"What did you just call me?" Harry says, standing up from his seat.

"Mr. Styles." Mrs. Finnick gasps

"I don't give a fuck who you are, what gender you are. You have no right to call me a douche as if I said some stupid shit. No! I was nice and said I wasn't interested. So don't fucking call me out my name again!" Harry shouts

"Damn Styles chill." Malik laughs

"Harry, get out. Go to the principals office." Mrs. Finnick snaps

He fights the urge to flip over the desk, so much anger boils through him.

"And why are you sitting here?" The assistance principal asks, having being seated in front of the office for an hour.

"A girl called me a douche and. I told her she has no right no call me that because I didn't do anything mean to her. I just rejected her friend nicely." Harry explains

"What's her name?" Mr. Davids asks

"Kimora Bell." Harry sighs

"Go to class." Mr. Davids nods

Sighing, he sits up walking to his class. Smirking as his eyes look at Kimora.

"Why are you in here?" Mrs. Finnick asks sharply

"Mr. Davids told me to come back." Harry shrugs

"Well you have a detention for cursing and being disruptive." Mrs. Finnick says

"Did you not hear her call me a douche?" Harry squints

"I'm being disruptive? Me? When this girl disrespected me for no reason. Well fuck you! And your dead husband!" Harry yells, flipping over the desk.

"Get out!" She screams

Now, a detention turned into a suspension. Who was there to pick him up, wasn't happy.

"What the fuck Harry?" August scoffs

"Where's me mum?" Harry sighs in relief

"She sent me, she's busy with Pedro." August sighs

"Hello, are you Mrs. Styles?" Mr. Davids

"No, I'm his babysitter." August says

"I need you to sign these parents, his mother has your consent?" Mr. Davids

"Yes." August nods bending over on the desk slightly she signs the papers.

Her caramel colored shirt shaping her ass perfectly.

"What year were you born in?"

"98'." Harry sighs

"Your mom's last name?" August asks

"Santos." Harry answers

"Well, I'm finished."

Smirking, he slaps her ass. Making her jump up, gasping.

"Harry!" She whispers sharply

"Your ass looks so good in this skirt." Harry says, squeezing August's ass cheeks tightly.

"Stop we can't do that here." August pulls away, proceeding to walk into the office.

Minutes later, she tells him to come on, leaving the building. Where his suspension begins