Quinn POV

I stand by my locker, already wishing this day was over with. I woke up with a major headache and it's still lingering around my head. I hope I'm not getting sick. Next Thursday is my birthday, and I'd rather not be in bed with a cold then out of all times.

I grab my usual textbooks and binders for my first few classes then shut the small door after doing so. My eyes look to the male standing beside me. "Good morning." I greet Harry who looks to be already annoyed with me.

"Here," He says while hanging me cash. 

"I was expecting a good morning back." I say, pushing his hand away from me. 

"Good morning, now take my money for the hotel." Harry says.

"How do you know I paid for your hotel room?" I ask. I didn't know it would be super obvious that I did it.

"Who else would?" He asks me with a tiled head. "Now, take the cash." 

"I don't want your money." I say while pressing my math binder against my chest.

He shrugs his shoulders and tugs his empty hand through his hair. "Quinn, please just let me pay you back." 

"It costed me nothing. If you forgot my Mother owns the hotel, so if I stay there it's free." I explain briefly.

"You aren't staying there though. And your Mom hates me." He says.

"She hates me too, so it's okay." I tell him.

"Then give the money to your Mom. I don't need you paying my way through shit--or using your name to get me a free stay." His voice raises at me. 

My front teeth pick my lower lip and I just hold onto my binder more. "K," I say. I brush past Harry and start to walk away. His hand grabs my wrist, pulling me back to where I was previously standing.  "What?" I ask. 

"Why are you walking away when we're talking?" He asks me with furrowed eyebrows.

"We're not talking. You're yelling at me for no reason. So, instead of me stooping to your petty level, I was going to walk away. Anything else?" I say, trying to keep my cool.

"I'm not yelling. I'm just annoyed." Harry says.

"You shouldn't be annoyed. Just say thank you and be done with it. Why are you making things so complicated?" I ask, my voice raising back at him.

"Because I don't want you doing these things for me whatsoever. Me telling you I'm staying at a hotel is me just telling you. It doesn't mean I want you to get into my business and pay for it." He vents.

"K." I say, holding back what I actually want to say.

"Why the hell do you keep saying k?" Harry asks while narrowing his eyes at me.

"Because I want too." I say casually. 

His head shakes at me and I see his jaw become tense by my answer. "Just take the cash." He says, bringing the money back up. 

"No. Use the money on something else." I tell him. 

"I'm using it to pay you back." He says while extending me the cash again.

"I will repeat this again. I do not want your money."

"And I do not want you nudging around in my business." Harry says sternly with semi wide eyes.

"Then why the hell are you with me?" I ask, scoffing. "Oh right, you just want a sex buddy or some shit. That's the only reason why you texted me yesterday anyways, wasn't it? Not to talk or anything, just to have sex. If that's all you want, go back to Kay or Destiny. I bet they'd both be thrilled." I snap. 

I nudge past his body and walk away. My eyes roll to myself and I head to my homeroom.

I want the old Harry back. Not the douche one who reminds me too much of how Richard acted towards me. 

***

I stand in my biology class, cleaning up the beakers and stir rods during my lunch period.

I don't want to go to lunch, so I offered to help clean up everything after class. We had lab today, and my teacher always loves it when his students offer to clean up so he doesn't have too during his free period.

I hear footsteps walk into the room, causing me to look up. My eyes land on Joy's boyfriend, David. He's standing a distance away and his eyes are staring at me. 

"Need something?" I ask him.

"Can we talk?" David asks me.

"About?" I ask with a chuckle.

He closes the classroom door, causing my eyebrows to furrow. The last time I've spoken to him alone was when he kissed me. 

Thinking about that day sends shivers up my spine. I regret it so much.

"The party." He answers, which makes my eyebrows furrow.

"There are many parties that happen, David." I say with a chuckle. I turn off the sink and dry my hands with the paper towels near me. 

"You know the one I'm talking about." He says in a deep voice, which makes my pulse quicken by what he means excatly.

I swallow the lump in my throat and bite my lower lip. We make eye contact which makes me look away quickly. "What about it?" I ask.

"Kay told me who did it." David says in a lowered voice.

"Why would she tell you?" I ask. "Wait, how do you both know about it?" The only one who I know, knows is Harry and Richard.

"Kay was the one who saw, and I know because Richard told me," He explains. I roll my eyes by what my ex did. "Then Kay told me who did it because she knew we had a thing."

"We never had a thing." I say quickly.

"We would've been a thing if you left Richard." He says, making eye contact with me again.

"I loved him at the time, and thought he felt the same way. And you know, you were and still are dating one of my friends." I say with wide eyes.

"You know I would've left her for you. And you still know I would." His words cause me to become sick.

"We're not talking about this, now, or ever, okay?" I say, dismissing this part of my past that I never want to think of. 

"Fine." David says, agreeing to not talk about it. 

"Who did Kay say did it then?" I ask, getting back to topic. My heart is racing and my brain is thumping.

His hand runs through his brown hair and his eyes meet mine. "The guy you're dating." 

All the air leaves my lungs and my eyes widen by his response.

"You're lying." I say.

"Why would I lie?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. There is a large lump in my throat and my breaths are becoming uneven. "He was at the party that night. Maybe he thought you were his girlfriend or something. He did look pretty tipsy when I saw him." 

"He wouldn't do that. Kay is lying to you," I say, shaking my head. David steps toward me and rests his hand on my arm. "She's Kay who hates me. Of course she would say Harry did it." I manage to say through shaky breaths.

"I'm saying what she told me because Kay didn't want to tell you," He says, making eye contact with me and I all I can tell is that his face looks serious. "Harry did it." 

I don't say anything. 

I just walk away. 

I exit the classroom and head to the cafeteria to find Harry. 

I know he didn't do it.

Why would he?

As I'm practically jogging to the cafeteria with stinging eyes, I find Harry walking with Zayn. They're both laughing and smiling when I see them. I pull at my boyfriend's arm, which makes him stop walking as well as Zayn.

"I need to talk to you." I say once he turns around.

His eyebrows furrow at me and he looks to Zayn. "I'll meet you in there." He says to his friend who nods, then walks away. 

I take my hand off of his wrist and stare at Harry. His eyes are on me, waiting for me to talk. "Have you gone to any parties?" I ask.

"Recently?" He asks with a confused look.

"No, in general." I say.

"Uh, maybe three in total. Why?" Harry looks confused by my question.

"Were you drunk at any of them?" I ask.

"One of them, yes." He answers.

"Did you have sex at any of them?" I ask.

"I don't know," Harry says. "Why are you asking me this?" His eyebrows furrow and he sounds confused by this whole conversation.

"I need to know." I say, hardly able to speak properly. I feel sick, and disgusted.

"I was with Destiny at one of the parties. I think we did it, I'm not sure. I don't remember, why?" My jaw begins to tremble.

"Was it with Destiny?" I ask.

"I'm pretty sure." He chuckles, not getting where I'm heading with this. 

"Kay said," I pause, unable to even say it aloud. "Kay said you were the one who--that night." I tell him, leaving out the one word I can never say.

Harry remains silent and just stares at me. "You don't believe her right?" He asks me.

"I-I don't know. David said he saw you tipsy there and--"

"Joy's boyfriend? You believe him over me?" His green eyes are wide and his voice is loud.

"I don't know who to fucking believe. I'm just asking you if you did it." I say through shaky words.

"Of course I didn't do it!" Harry says. His eyes are staring into mine, which makes it even harder to think right.

"Everything alright here?" I hear a voice say behind me. 

I look over my shoulder and see David. He stands beside me now, which I don't think helps this current situation. My eyes are on my feet and tears are pricking my eyes. 

I still don't know who took the photos.

I don't know where Richard went when I went to the bathroom.

I don't know who drugged me.

None of this makes sense to me.

"Mind your own business, yeah?" Harry says to David who looks calm.

"You shouldn't be yelling at the girl you assaulted." He says which makes Harry's jaw tighten more.

I don't stay for the end of their argument. I take off down the hallway, leaving this building to be alone.

I just need to think and calm down.

A://N

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next chapter will include the rest of the story to what happened to Quinnnnnn

~lauren