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May POV

Me: heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Harry: hi

Me: what are you up toooooo

Harry: nothing

Me: that's fun

Harry: ig

Me: :(

Harry: ?

Me: everything ok?

Harry: yea, why?

Me: you've been acting weird

Harry: haven't noticed

Me: wanna go out and do something? like bowling we never made up?

Harry: not really in the mood to be with anyone today

Harry: i'll see you tomorrow in school

Me: ok

Me: if u need to talk i'm here

Harry: ok

I lock my phone and frown.

It's been three days and all of our conversations are like this. I huff and run my hand through my hair.

***

"Why do I have to give you a ride to school?" I ask Adam who gets into my car.

"My Mother took away my car for a week." Adam sighs. I start driving.

"Why?" I ask while turning down the street.

"Do you really want to know?" He glances at me. His brown eyes amused.

"Yeah."

"She walked in on me getting a blowjob." I slam my breaks causing him to go forward. "You asked." Adam laughs.

"You know I hate hearing about that stuff!" I exclaim. "Ew, ew, ew."

"You're such a prude." Adam rolls his eyes. "What if Harry wants head, you won't give it to him?"

"We've only been dating a month." I defend.

"Parker and I have only been dating for two weeks." Adam says with a smug smile.

"I don't like hearing my best friend doing that stuff." I cringe.

"Ugh, May. It's part of life." I glance at him. "It's not like I was going in depth on how good he was." My head goes into my neck, cringing. I bite my lip.

"Stop, please." I look to him.

"I can't wait till Harry wants to start messing around with you. You'll be like what's a tip? What do you mean you want to finger me?" I slap his chest.

"I know what that shit is. I don't like hearing about it though. It's gross to think about." I look to Adam.

"Nun!" I roll my eyes and pull into the school.

My anxiety starts to make me sick. "May, pick a fucking spot." Adam snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry." I murmur. I park in the back.

"You never know. This year can be better." I look to my friend. "I didn't say it will, I said it can." We both get out of my car. "At least our lockers are next to one another." Adam says.

"Fun." I murmur. "What about Parker? What grade is he in?"

"Ours. Different school though."

"Where did you guys meet?" We step into the cold building.

"A party." I nod. That's how Adam always meets his boyfriends. "Anyways, what's your schedule again?"

"Chem, history, English, history, lunch, art, then math." I say. We turn down the hall.

"We don't have lunch together, or any of your AP classes. But other then that you're stuck with me." I took AP history and English.

I stop when I see my locker. Red spray paint is on it and the works loser written down. "Still saying this year will be better?" I look to Adam who is already annoyed.

"You can use my locker."

"I'll just keep it in my bag." I murmur.

"It's not like I'm gonna use it May. You're smart and shit and need somewhere to put your text books. I'll text you the combo."

"Thanks." I murmur. Adam opens his locker looks to me. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He murmurs. His eyes look behind me. I freeze.

"Hello." Ronnie's voice chirps.

"You scared me." I nudge Adam. I thought someone who is popular was behind me. "Anyways, hello." I look to Ronnie.

"Is this your locker?" She looks to the one with the words loser over it.

"Sadly so." I murmur. "It's a very nice welcome back to school greeting." I try to joke. They don't laugh.

All of us look to Harry walking past us. "Very nice of him to say hello." Adam interjects.

"We're not public with our relationship." I remind him.

"I know, May. Still."

"Who's locker is this?" The principle asks. He looks to the one with spray paint.

"Mine." I murmur.

"You vandalized it, that's a penalty." My eyes scowl.

"Why would she write loser on her own locker?" Adam says for me. "Are you serious? You actually think she did that?" He stays silent.

"Then who did it?"

"Um, like we would know. Why don't you pay attention to your students who get bullied, yeah? Happy first day." Adam dismisses him.

"I don't like your tone."

"I'm sorry. I really, truly, sorry that I don't care. Now, why don't you stop harassing your student who literally is a child of God, and go worry about football." Ronnie and I look at each other with wide eyes.

"I'll see you in my office."

"Of course. I miss Terry and Nicole." Adam closes the locker. "Very nice woman. You picked a good staff. Minus everyone who taught me."

"Let's go Mr. Collins."

"You remember me?" Adam says with wide eyes. His tone sarcastic.

"Sadly. Let's go." Adam begins to walk.

I lean against his locker and look to Ronnie. "He is one hell of a character." She says causing me to laugh.

"Sure is." I look to the person walking toward us. We both stiffen. It's Dylan.

"Hey May." He greets.

"Hi." I say. My voice low.

"I heard about your locker. Whoever did that is a dick." My eyes scowl at him. His eyes meet mine. "I just wanted to come by and say I hope you have a good first day."

"Okay."

"Do you know you spray painted your locker?"

"No."

"I heard it was William or Harry, Maybe both. They need to grow up."

"I guess."

"Anyways, I gotta go. Nice talking to you May." He walks away and I roll my eyes.

"Harry?" Ronnie looks to me.

"I don't think he did it." I say.

"What if he did?"

"Then I'd break up with him." I say looking at my friend. The hallways are cleared almost. Harry walks by with my sister. I look away.

"Is everything okay with you guys?"

"I don't know. He's been off lately."

"Probably stress from school."

"Maybe." I murmur.

***

Lunch comes by sooner then I expected. As always I get made fun of and get things thrown at like I'm some wall during my classes.

I don't eat during school. I sit behind the auditorium and go on my phone. I slide down the wall and extend my legs out.

I pull out my phone and see texts from Adam.

Adam: how are you doing???

Adam: rumors are going around that Harry wrote loser on your locker

Adam: did you ask?

Me: i'm fine

Me: and no

I lock my phone when I hear footsteps. My eyebrows furrow when I see Harry. I rest my head against the concrete wall. "I thought I only knew about this." He says.

"Me too." He sits next to me, leaving distance.

"I uh, saw your locker."

"I think everyone did." I sigh.

"Are you okay?" I look at him.

"Yep. What about you?"

"Why would I not be fine?"

"You've been weird the past couple of days." I say, looking at him.

"There is a lot you don't know about me, May." Harry starts. "And I'd like to keep it that way."

"So, I only get to know the happy, good side?"

"Yep." I roll my eyes.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I don't feel like taking about anything depressing in my life." His voice is dismissive.

"People think you wrote loser on my locker." I look to him.

"I know. I didn't do it though." I keep quiet. "Did you think I did?"

"No." I say honestly.

"How'd you hear the rumor?" Harry asks.

"Dylan told me then Adam texted me."

"Dylan talked to you?" His voice is deep and tense.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" He snaps. "May, I told you to tell me."

"Didn't I just tell you? And it's not like I can tell you when I see you."

"There is text."

"I'll keep that in mind." I murmur.

"What did he want?"

"I don't even know. I forgot." His eyes burn on me. "I'm being honest."

"Okay." Harry murmurs. "What do you have after this?"

"Art, you?"

"Same." Harry murmurs. "Maybe we'll be in the same class."

"Maybe." I murmur.

"Is that not a good thing?"

"It's not like we'll talk." I chuckle. "You'll just get a view of my abuse."

"Stop talking like that." I roll my eyes. He moves closer to me. "Anyways, no popular kid takes art."

"Not just popular kids make fun of me, you know?" I look at him. "It's fucking band kids too. As well as everyone else." Harry bites his lip.

"If you ever need to talk I'm here."

"I don't want to talk about the bad stuff with you." I say, looking at him.

"Why?"

"Because you won't with me." He sighs loudly.

"I'm going to go now." He moves away from me.

"Okay." I murmur. I want to go home and just hide under all my covers. My fingers fidget.

"I'll text you later."

"Whatever." I pick at the dead skin on my nails. He sits back down next to me and rests his and on my knee. He kisses my temple. I don't say anything. I just keep staring forward.

"I don't want you to feel like you're alone."

"I have Adam and Ronnie. I'm fine." I say.

"And me."

"I'm not talking to you about my issues until you talk to me about yours. That's what we do in a relationship. We don't just always talk about the happy stuff."

"Okay, I'll try." I glance to him.

"Okay." His arms wrap around my low waist and his head goes onto my shoulder.

"Come over after school?"

"I want to take a nap after school."

"We can take one together." I look up at him. A gentle smile on his lips. "Please?"

"Maybe." He pecks my lips.

"Sorry for being a tool these past couple of days. It won't happen again."

"Okay." I murmur. He tilts my chin up and strokes my cheeks with his thumb. He kisses me. It's long kiss that makes my insides heat. His forehead presses against mine.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't fair to you." I keep silent and just press my head against his chest. I'm too tired to fight or argue. His hands hold mine and his chin rests on the top of my head.

We stay like this the whole period.

A://N

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