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Chapter 20

(A/N): for those of you who are in Europe, well before you all ajhjkfjkfbslkjf i know it's late, but at least you got an update so yeaH OMG i'm sorry ily

SOTC:

Scream - Tokio Hotel

Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne (too many songs of Avril don't hit me ok)

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"You act like you hate me one minute, and then you need me the next." ~Jamie McGuire

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Math class was extremely boring. I stared down at my notepad as I copied the notes from the whiteboard. I've been drifting off during the whole lesson and I had no idea what I was writing. This weekend had been completely hell, considering I spent my whole Sunday thinking of ways to get Harry to talk to me about his problems and all.

I had no solution in hand and this was the most discouraging thing ever.

He showed no emotions most of the time and it wasn't helping me at all. How was I supposed to see right through him if he was blocking me out? Sometimes it was like talking to a brick wall, I swear.

I received a bump on my shoulder and I turned my head to look at Olive, one of Carol's little followers. I don't know how we ended up sitting next to each other, but she was one of the most obnoxious people I've ever known. For some reason, she thought I was her damn slave and always asked me to copy the notes for her, to hand her a pen, to bring her coffee. What the hell is wrong with people here?

"So, how's your relationship with Styles?"

I rolled my eyes, hitting the tip of my pen against the paper. "Get a life, Olive".

"Has he fucked you yet?" she asked again, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Go to hell".

She smirked, flipping her hair and writing down a few things from the whiteboard. "He hasn't, I see".

What the hell is wrong with her, seriously! It's not her job whether Harry and I had had sex, alright? Why was I even using this word anyway? Ugh, this school has affected me badly; I never used this kind of words. Well, I curse a lot, that's a fact, but...

The bell rang loudly and, looking up, I sighed in relief. Finally, lunch time had arrived. I gathered my stuff quickly and left the classroom, ignoring Olive's annoying high-pitched voice calling me back. She probably wanted to find out more about me to go tell them to Carol so she can create more rumours about me. Half of the school already thought I was cheating on Harry or something, I was secretly making fun of everyone and shit like that, which wasn't true at all.

I couldn't understand why Carol hated me so much. I've never done anything to piss her off; I don't even know the chick! She literally came and almost threw a bottle of water at me but Harry saved me. With one look, I was immediately turned into an enemy of hers which is unreasonable. Maybe she's just jealous because she may like Harry still? They've said so many times that they were 'fucking', so she might developed feelings in the way and felt threatened by me or some shit.

I really don't know.

Standing in front of my half-opened locker, I ruffled my dyed hair and left the books I was holding inside, along with my purse. A bump on my shoulder made my head turn and I found Niall leaning against the lockers while munching on a sandwich.

"How original" I mocked, tapping on his head.

He shrugged, taking another big bite. "Not my fault, I'm a growing boy Lena".