Punk Harry Imagine

Part 24

Part 24

I opened my locker and started shoving in some textbooks and notebooks. I closed it quickly and when I turn around, I'm face to face with Jase.

"Hi." He grinned.

"Hey," I say, hugging him tightly.

"You look absolutely radiant." He laughed.

"Shut up," I groaned, lightly pushing him away from me.

"No, really. You look better than how I thought you would look."

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks."

Jase blushed. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean, usually when people go to their first party and get waisted, they look absolutely miserable."

"It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"You chugged like five beers. In a row."

I groaned. "How come you look okay?"

"I don't drink."

"Oh."

"So, are you gonna enlighten me with your amazing healing process?" Jase laughed.

"Um, Harry just gave me a few pills."

"Harry?"

"Yeah, he forced me into his car and drove me to school."

"Oh."

Great, now's my chance.

"Speaking of Harry, did he and I do anything yesterday?" I asked.

Jase looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, I guess."

"What exactly did we do?"

"Um, I'd rather not talk about it."

"Why not."

Jase shook his head. "Look, you said that there was nothing going on between you and Harry, right?"

"Right."

"Then let's not talk about it. C'mon let's get you to class."

Jase slung his arm around my shoulder and escorted me to Mr. Gareth's classroom.

"Bye, see you after class," he said, giving me a quick hug, then walked off.

"Bye!" I called.

I dragged myself warily into Mr. Gareth's classroom and sat down in my seat.

I stared at the board in the front of the class and dozed off.

Why won't anybody tell me about the party?

Did someone do something illegal?

Did I do something illegal?

Oh my god, what if I witnessed murder?

What if I caused the murder?

Was everyone hiding this so that I wouldn't go to jail?

I don't understand why my mind always goes to the worse case scenario.

"You're in my seat," a voice spat.

I looked up.

Harry.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Um, yes. You are. Since when were you in this class anyways?"

"Since Friday!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, I've been in this class since day one. Now will you kindly get your ass out of my seat?"

"I would, but I'm not in it."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No she's not," Mr. Gareth interrupted.

A smirk fell onto my face. I love it when I'm right, especially if it means that Harry's wrong.

"What do you mean she isn't?" Harry hissed.

"That's not your seat anymore."

"She's been here for barely two days. I've been in this class since day one!"

"Well, maybe if you showed up to class more often, this wouldn't of been an issue," Mr. Gareth joked.

"Fine, there where am I supposed to sit?"

Mr. Gareth pointed somewhere behind me. "Behind Y/N."

The smirk fell off my face and landed on Harry's.

"Okay."

"Um, Mr. Gareth," I spoke up. "As much as I hate to admit it, Harry's right. I've only been here since Friday. Harry has always been in this class. It's only fair if I have him his seat back."

"Nonsense. Y/N, sit down. Mr. Styles, you better not start complaining."

"Don't worry, I won't."

Great.