Lockers (h.s)

bully

Indigo's POV:

I couldn't believe this. Harry's emerald green eyes widen as his lips pull into a smirk at the new found information. I shoot him a glare as someone shoved into me, causing me to trip to the ground. Shockingly, Harry put his hands on my arms and helped me stand back up to my feet.

"You alright?" I nod. "Okay, well, see you later losers." He chuckles and walks off towards his football posse.

"He helps you up yet insults you?" Izzy asks.

"Yup, basically all he's done in the past four years." I sigh and get on my knees to get my books from my locker.

"Wait- four? We're juniors?" She asks.

"Yeah, four. Ever since he was in my middle school he bullied me, kind of. In eighth grade he was actually nice to me." I mumble but shake my head.

After switching my things about in the locker, I get up and shut it closed, my first period books in hand.

"We have assembly, you know." Izzy inquires as I head upstairs.

"I know, I just wanted to put my books up." I smile and tell her to save me a seat.

I quickly set my things in the classroom and rush to the main gym. My eyes scan for Izzy but when they find her, all seats even remotely close to her were taken. I sigh and take a seat on the bottom bleacher by the double doors. The next thing I know, Harry and his group of idiots go and plop down next to me, Harry being right beside me.

"Hey, Indigo. Or should I say, the girl whose parents were so uncreative they named her after a color." Harry snickers.

That was his favorite, my name. He loathes to make fun of my name.

"No, you shouldn't." I mumble under my breath, sitting on the very edge of the bleachers.

Harry's whore, Eva, walks into the gym. Her very short skirt swishing against her long legs as she walked in front of me. She blows a bubble with her gum while twirling a strand of brown hair on her finger; glaring down at me.

"Well, move." She finally snaps.

"Uh, no. I was here first." I snap back.

"Awe, Harry. Looks like the little shit has a crush on you." Eva smirks and places herself on Harry's lap. I mentally gag as Harry rubs the inside of her thigh.

Finally the assembly begins. During the whole thing, Eva and Harry would touch each other or start making out, they'd just do the grossest things and I wouldn't be surprised if the fucked in the bleachers every day. Once they finally let us leave, I shot up from my seat and ran out of the gym.

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"Ew, so you're saying that she basically fucked him right there?" Izzy whispered next to me.

"I wouldn't doubt it." I mutter and sighed as we took our seat in the lunch room. Tom shortly follows and sits across from us as we begin to eat.

"You know, Harry and Eva aren't even dating." Tom says after taking a bite from his red apple.

"That's disgusting." I shake my head.

"But that's to be expected." Izzy says.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she's the head cheerleader and he's the quarterback of the football team, it's like fate they're supposed to be together or some shit." Izzy says.

"Fate; I don't believe in such a term." Tom mumbles.

I shrug. "Can I have a bite of your apple?" I ask Tom. He hands it over and I take a small bite before handing it back; apples are my weakness for school food.

"So, what's this about Harry being by your locker?" Tom asks me.

I instantly groan and roll my eyes.

"Never mind." He chuckles.

"Ugh, look who decided to show up." Izzy says under her breath.

Tom and I immediately look to the doors and see Eva walk in, her lipstick was smudged and her forehead was slightly shiny, her hair also more wild than normal. Harry strolls in after her and smirks to his friends at their table. Eva's followers rush up to her and we hear her bragging about fucking Harry in the janitors closet as she passes by our table.

"What pigs." I mutter.

"Agreed." Izzy said.

-

I walk into my English classroom and sit in the front, my spiral notebook, blue pen and pencil along with the book I was currently reading, in front of me. Izzy and Tom weren't in my English class, because it was advanced english. The teacher shuts the door as the bell rings, only to have someone swing it open.

I glance up and see Harry panting in front of the door. "Sorry, got my classes mixed up."

"Sit down, Mr. Styles." The teacher shook his head.

Harry's eyes meet mine and I glance on either side of me and see an open desk. Do you fucking do it, Harold. I mentally curse him out but he sighs into the desk next to me anyways. I picture myself slamming my head into the desk repeatedly, at least until I become unconscious.

"Hello, desk buddy." Harry whispers.

"Shut up." I mutter and focus my gaze on the professor.

"Don't be so cold, it's not nice." Harry responds in a quiet voice.

"Oh look, you're still talking." I say in a mocking tone, shooting him a quick glare.

"Oh look, you're still being rude."

"Aren't you supposed to be in the back of class with the rest of the idiots?" I grunt.

"Miss. Bryan and Mr. Styles, I am trying to teach here. Please be quiet or I'll have to report you to the principles office." Mr. Rogaland snaps at the both of us.

"Sorry, sir." I immediately apologize and ignore Harry's banter for the rest of the lecture.

"Alright, take the rest of class to do any other homework you have." Mr. Rogaland announces.

Harry turns to me, a smirk on his face. "So, how's it going?"

"Oh dear God." I mutter and open my book, which ends up getting snatched from my hands.

"Harry! Give it back." I bark, causing the teacher to shush me.

"What is this junk?"

"It's called a book, but I suppose you wouldn't know what that means." I snap quietly, grabbing it out of his two large hands.

"Why do you hate me, Indigo?" Harry questions.

"Gee, I wonder." I say in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"I'm serious."

I turn and glare into his mossy green eyes. "Think, think real hard with that tiny brain of yours."

The bell rings, signaling that school was out. I quickly grab my things and rush to my locker before Harry appears. Just as I slam it closed, he walks up to me and I walk away before he could say another word to me.

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A/N:
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