"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry scratched the back of his neck.

Harry and I were hooking up regularly. At his place, at my place, in the school disabled toilets, at the back of the local park. Yes, we were that kind of couple and the whole school knew it.  

The number of dirty looks I got from female students as we walked, hand-in-hand, down the school corridors. Of course, no one dared to send a dirty look Harry's way -- not with his temper-- but you could see the jealousy buzzing behind the male student's eyes like a swarm of angry bees. 

Today Harry pulled me aside and said he'd wanted to ask me something important. I thought he was going to break things off, I was not expecting this. 

 "Huh?" I spluttered. 

He gave me a pointed look. "I'm asking if you'd like to be my girlfriend, girl damn! Making me repeat myself." 

"As in commitment?" I was gobsmacked.

My mouth hung open in pure shock.  I was used to guys like Harry only using me for my looks, then eventually getting bored and throwing me away.

"Something like that, yeah" He kicked a piece of debris on the ground nervously.

"You do know I'm bisexual, right?" 

Harry made a face. "What the hell is that?" 

I frowned. How can someone not know what bisexual means?

"It's liking both genders."

"Oh, word?" An unidentifiable expression flashed across Harry's face but it disappeared before I could confirm what it was. "I don't care about that stuff. Do you or don't you want to be mine?" 

I pondered it for a moment.

"Yes," I replied. "I'd love to be." 

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A/N: 

Stay tuned! Our beloved Miss Willaims will be making an appearance next chapter!