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isabelles pov
It's been three days since the party that Quinn dragged me to. I would've been fine going if Harry had went with me or Niall because they usually protect me. Normally I say I don't need protection, but I would be lying.
I know I've been acting sort of off towards Harry. I know hes noticed it. Quinn probably thinks something too.
Nobody knows what happened and I intend for it to stay that way.
It was dark outside, no sun shining through our window because of how early it was. Mondays.
I picked up my phone from my nightstand and unlocked it, seeing it was 5:37am. Harry usually gets up at 6 to go to practice at school for 6:30 on Monday mornings, so he'll be up soon.
When we go to school, it'll be the first time when we're together as a 'couple'. It's going to be so weird when people look at us while we walk. I already know we'll be the gossip for the next few weeks.
Our whole school thrives on gossip and who's virginity was lost the weekend before. Honestly, everyone needs to shove their eavesdropping ears up their asses.
A few minutes later, I heard the sheets from the bunk above me shift, followed by a tired groan belonging to the curly haired boy. Harry climbed down the ladder and went to his dresser to get dressed, taking off his underwear.
My cheeks felt hot and I quickly turned to face the wall. Does he not check to see if I'm up when he flashes his ass towards me?
"Harry, you know I'm awake?"
"Oh uh sorry. Forgot you have to get up for volleyball." He mumbled which caused me to realize that I have practice too. I still was facing the wall, scrolling through snapchat. "Okay I'm done now. You can get ready."
He then went into the bathroom, the door shutting behind him.
It amazes me how only guys basketball and girls volleyball have to practice in the mornings. What's even funnier is how we practice the same days, the same gym. Our principal says it's because we don't have enough days in the week and hours in the day for us to be taking over the gym after school. Bullshit. He just wants to have his dumbass ceremonies after school all the time.
We finished getting ready and I walked downstairs while he was still doing his hair.
It should take me longer to get ready, considering I did my makeup, hair and put my volleyball clothing on. I did all of that in 17 minutes. He's been in that damn bathroom for 20 and he hasn't even done everything.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Gemma sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea. I greeted her with a hello and she looked up at me and smiled.
"Where is he?" She questioned and I assumed she was talking about her brother.
"Oh, Harry? Yeah, uh..you know just working on his hair." I spoke with a high pitched voice and she laughed, finishing her tea and putting the dish in the sink.
I walked over to my volleyball bag, sitting in the living room and got out my shoes and knee pads. I slid the knee pads to my ankles to rest there until I bring them to my knees at practice. I then laced up my white girl nike shoes. I call them white girl shoes because they're the shoes that every white girl wants. I laugh to myself at the monologue I just made in my head and walked to the kettle and made tea for me and Harry.
Harry usually makes us tea, but he's too busy being a little bitch with his hair. He does have such beautiful hair, sometimes I think his hair is better than mine.
It was 6:27 when Harry finally came running down the stairs. I believe he took approximately 27 minutes on just his hair. It looks good, but definitely not necessary before his practice. He's simply going to sweat all the product out of his hair.
"I'm glad you took the time to do your hair right before basketball practice."
He looked at me and gasped grabbing his hair. Did he really forget the reason he got up at 5:40 this morning?
"Are you that stupid?" I asked him, genuinely curious as to how he could possibly forget he has practice. He literally has his basketball shorts and jersey on.
"I don't know? At least I'll look hot during practice. You have to admit I do look hot right now."
I looked at him for a good ten seconds and shrugged. He's the most self absorbed guy I'll probably ever encounter. My actions caused him to smirk at me and he sipped his tea I made for him.
We finished everything we needed to and got into my black navy blue Mini Cooper. I started the drive to school, Harry connecting his phone to the aux cord and started playing Say Amen
by Panic! At the Disco.
Halfway through the song, Harry and I tried to successfully hit Brendon's Saturday note.
"SATurrdaAYYYY!" We both tried to sing, but it came off as a scream. It ended in us laughing and me slamming on the breaks when I encountered a red light. He hates when I drive because I'm a 'bad driver' but he can fuck himself. I'm such a good driver. He speeds in his Jeep, that is very capable of being flipped, while I just daydream about Nick Robinson when I drive. I should really consider working on that.
Okay..We both make mistakes.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about how hot Nick Robinson is. Like you have to admit he's hot." I whined to him and he just laughed saying he's not gay.
"You know for the amount of times you say you're not gay, people would think you actually are. Nobody as good looking as you is just straight."
"You think I'm good looking? Wow that means a lot coming from my fake girlfriend." He smiled at me and I shrugged, putting on my right blinkers to turn into the school parking lot.
"I wouldn't agree to fake date you if I thought you were ugly. I never said you were drop-dead gorgeous, though. Don't get too excited, Harry."
He scoffed, seeming offended. He should know by nowI'm a very blunt person. I would tell him that his ass is rounder than mine but I'm not trying to boost his already big ego even more. He would turn into a dickhead if I did.
I swiftly pulled into my assigned parking spot in the student parking lot and parked the car, taking the keys out of the ignition.
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Harry and I walked into school hand in hand. We gained a few stares just within a few minutes. There were only a few people here, considering the only people here were going to basketball or volleyball practice.
I'm not sure why but the only practices that are in the morning are basketball and volleyball. What makes it even less bearable is the fact that we once again..have to share the gym with the basketball team. Our gym has two full courts in it, so we each have enough room to do everything.
We walk into the gym and see a few guys and girls talking. Harry releases my hand and squeezes my bum before talking. Who does he think he is?
"Gotta make my perverted self believable."
"Harry, that's an excuse to be a pervert now and be able to touch my butt." I laughed and we said goodbye as I walked towards the girls locker room. I heard a lot of Harry's friends hoot at Harry saying "score man" or "nice Harry."
What caught my eyes the most was how Derrick looked broken and pissed at Harry. Sucks. After the party, I can't look at him the same anymore.
I walked into the locker room, then right back out when I looked down and remembered that I'm already dressed for practice. I walked over to Alysa and greeted her.
"Hey Alysa!" I greeted, trying not to be fake. She looked up and we started stretching together.
Harry's pov
The guys and I sat on the bleachers talking about our upcoming game and my relationship.
"Woah Harry," I looked up to see Derrick was talking to me. "Are Alysa and Isabelle friends?"
I looked at the girls who were on the court and saw Alysa and Isabelle stretching together. They were surprisingly smiling at each other.
They're definitely talking shit about me.
I shrugged and looked back at Derrick to find him staring at Izzy. I don't necessarily have a claim on her, so I'm really trying to fight the hatred towards him I'm feeling. Although, they do think I'm with her so I can do something about this.
"Derrick. Keep your eyes off my girlfriends ass." I said to him before taking a drink from my water bottle. He put his hands up in surrender and I looked away from him.
The volleyball team started playing and we watched. Our coach was late again, per usual, so we just watched the start of their practice.
I have to admit, Izzy's good around the court. You can see she knows what she's doing. She should, considering she's the varsity volleyball team captain.
A few minutes later, Coach Dior walked into the gym and blew his whistle. We all ran towards him and soon started our practice.
Halfway through the game, the girls were on break and a volleyball somehow flew right towards me. Normally, I'm no bitch, but that ball hit me right in the groin. There's no way anyone has that great of aim. I dropped to the floor and the guys started laughing. I looked up to see Isabelle and Quinn were the only girls standing. Of course it was Iz.
I mouthed the words 'fuck you' to her and got up after a string of curse words left my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Quinn yelled across the gym. She was covering for Iz. I laughed it off and a few minutes later, we continued our practice.
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