Torn

I was walking in the hallway to my classroom, accidentally bumping into something- someone. Harry Styles- Cynthia's brother.
'Lovely..'

"Oh- I'm sorry. " Harry said shyly, picking up my dropped binder.
"It's fine. Thanks," I said, taking my binder back.
"Sooo, where's Cynthia been? She hasn't been at school the past few days." I asked, checking my phone and texting Cynthia.
"Oh, um... yeah. She has strep throat. She's at home being taken care of by our mom. " he said, checking his own phone.
"Oh. Okay... " I said, looking down at my shoes. I definitely picked the wrong outfit for today: Black combat boots with black zipper jeans and a camo crop top covered by a leather jacket- Sheyla's usual style, not mine.
"Yeah.." he said.
The bell disintegrated the awkward silence.
" Well, bye." Harry said, and shrugged off to his next class.
I walked to my locker- the one right next to Sheyla's, Kirsten's, and Cynthia's.
" Hey."
" Hey, Shey. Whazzup?" I asked.
" I don't care." Kirsten stormed up, opened her locker in record speed, shoved her books, pulled another one out, and stalked away.
" What was that about?" I muttered to Shey, who sighed, turned around, and walked over to her brother. Shey was always like that- always making things okay between people. I closed my locker and followed after Kirsten.
" What's wrong?" I asked, taking her wrists and pulling her up.
" Li-Liam said that I wasn't- wasn't good enough to- to go to MIT. "
" HE DID NOT!" I shouted, storming off to where Liam always hung out.
" What the hell is wrong with you, Liam? Why are you so mean?" I swung out of the hall, running off to back where Kirsten was.

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