Melissa's P.O.V


Recieving pity looks from everyone , I sit down . Class is just about to start and almost every seat is taken except the one next to me.
Maybe I'll get lucky and I wont get a partner.

" Sorry Im late "

My head snaps up to look at the person who just walked in . He had a couple of tattoos and a lip piercing. I like his brown curly-ish hair.

Mr.Dishel waves his hand around carelessly and motions him towards me.

The guy sets his books on the table and sits down.
He looks at me with curiosity instead of pity.

" Hi , Im Harry "

I dont say anything , I just stare at him .

" Hey " he says , trying to make me respond.

" Are you ignoring me ? "

When I dont respond he huffs.and crosses his arms " Fine , be that way .I dont even wanna talk to you "

I can see him looking at me from the corner of his eye. I raise my eyebrow at him teasingly , small smirk on my lips.

Justin , the guy that sits behind us , leans forward " Dude she cant talk"

I give him a look and he continues " I mean she can but she doesnt . So dont even try to get her to talk "

" Who cares , I'll still talk to her " Harry shrugs .

* * * * * *

" And then I walked into the bathroom to find a girl passed out between the toilet and the bath tub. She had her legs wide open and her vagina was showing . It looked like a slash wound ! " Harry exclaims.

He never shuts up. His stories are quite entertaining though.

" Do you wanna hear my best pick up line ? " He asks .

I shrug , not really caring. I kinda like talking to him. Well , hearing him talk . I dont say anything.

" Hey girl , you got some fine legs . Im gonna call this leg Thanksgiving and this one Christmas . Mind if I visit you between the holiday ? "

I laugh and text him . " Does that really get you laid ? "

After he reads the message he turns his attention back to me .

" Nope its just my incredible good looks. "

Mr. Dishel glares at both of us " How manh times have I told you to stop talking ? I've told you six times ! Detention ! For both if you "

I quickly right a response on a sheet of paper. I hand it to Mr.Dishel and he starts to read it outloud .

" ' Whats the point in asking us how many times you've told us to stop if you already know the answer . Btw I wasnt talking , cuz you know I cant ' "

The class snickers and Harry tries not to laugh .

Mr.Dishel glares at the class " Get back to work "

After he walked away Harry turned and looked at me " I guess , I'll see you in detention "

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