Friendzone

This story is too much to explain in one paragraph, but you can still read my attempt of a summary.
16 year old Harold Matthews is a young Harry Styles look alike that lives in England and always gets the girl he wants, but not for long. After a huge fight between his parents that causes them to split up and motivates Harry's father to move himself and Harry to move to Orlando, Harry falls in love with the girl of his dreams, Jasmine. But, Jasmine has an abusive boyfriend and someone is jealous of Harry and Jasmine's relationship so they desperately try to split them up, anonymously. Wanna know more? READ TO FIND OUT YOU LAZY BUM!!!!! jk but seriously you should read this.
And btw there is some harsh language and sexual chizz that I thought I should warn you about before you start reading even though every other Movella has the same type of content. Sorry that the cover page isn't so attractive. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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4. Lunch

Jazzy's P.O.V

I was just about to open my eyes, but I decided not to. Harry and nurse Michelle talking...about me and if I eavesdrop, even though it's rude, I might get to know what Harry thinks of me as.

"Do you like her?"  a higher pitched voice said, which is obviously Michelle.

"No, I don't like her."

My heart sank to my toes at that very second. I can't believe I let him get into my head like this so fast. I should have never unlocked the door to the.most important part of me, my heart. At least I knew now instead on 5 years later like Logan did.

'So why are we even talking about her?"Michelle asked a little confused and upset.

"No you didn't let me finish. I don't just like her, I liked her when I first saw her, but after I talked to her, I loved her."

"Awwwww," Michelle said.

My heart raced back up to where it belonged and man did it feel good. Harry is just too perfect for me. It's crazy what he did to me in the last few... wait. How long have I known him.

I finally decided to "wake up".

And when I opened my eyes Harry was right there,smiling.

"Good afternoon, beautiful,"he said, moving a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I looked behind him to see Michelle admiring Harry and I.The blood quickly ran up my cheeks. Thanks a lot Michele.Harry smiled and he blushed,too.

"How long have I been out?" I asked Michelle.She just shrugged her shoulders. Of course she didn't know. Michelle sucks at nursing, but all the guys think she's hot, but she's the assistant nurse so no one really cares. She's like one of the students. She's funny and she loves to keep up with drama and sometimes she's a part of it. I have no clue why she didn't get fired yet. She gets me out of class sometimes so I have no problem with it.

"About four hours and thirty eight minutes, but who's counting?" Harry said nervously, smiling cheekily again.

"Well, Jazzy you can stay here for the rest of the day after lunch if you want,"Michelle said.

"No thanks, I have a test 6th period, and I'm gonna study during free period for that test. I might come last period, though," I said frustrated that I can't stay.

"Harry you know that you have to stay for the rest of the day besides free period. You get to skip your first day of school, really. You guys better get going lunch ends in 30 minutes."

I began to gather up my stuff and Harry did the same. Harry was at the door way, waiting for me and waving bye to Michelle. I did the same before I walked by his side down the corridor.

"I really like these colors," Harry said, admiring the blue and purple walls and lockers.

"Me, too. Purple and blue are my favorite colors. It reminds me of Barney. Barney is weird, and weird is funny. Do you like purple?"

"Yea, those are my two favorite colors, as well," Harry said, following my lead towards the cafeteria.

"Why?" I asked, to continue the conversation, as Harry continued to follow me as the large cafeteria doors were in view.

"That's my mum's favorite color," he said, as we approached the doors.

"That's sweet. So do you like Michelle?" I asked, trying to see if he viewed Michelle like every other guy in this school.

"Yeah, I guess. She's cool," he said, reaching out his arm to open the door for me.

"Would you hit that?" I asked feeling a bit awkward, but I already feel that I can talk to Harry about anything.

"What does that mean?" he paused, before opening the door.I laughed as he kept thinking about it.

"Would you fudge her?" I asked him.

"Oh, no, that's gross. Is that what every other guy here thinks of her as?"he asked me, disgusted of the thought of that.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"My dad wants me to be like that. He wants me to mess around with every girl I know. I think it's kinda rude."

"What a gentleman," I said as he finally opened the door before a hand even larger than Harry's closed it. It was Coach Flores, the scariest guy in the school who is also my father.

"You're Harry,right?"he asked in his Dark Vador like voice.

"Yeah, Harry Matthews,"Harry said with a smile extending an open hand to shake my father's hand. It's cool to me that Harry doesn't know that is my father and he's still being polite.

"I just wanted to offer you the spot of QB on the football team. Your coach sent me some videos of you playing and I think you're exactly what we need to win the championships this Friday instead of our terrible excuse of a Quarterback, Logan,"my father said shaking Harry's hand.

"Sure. I'm up for it,"Harry said releasing his hand.

"Practice after school. Just go to room 209 after the bell and you and the team'll walk over to the practice fields near the stadium,"my father explained,"I like your attitude and that arm. You have great potential."

"Thanks I'll be there Coach..."Harry paused waiting for a name.

"Flores and by the way, I like you better than Logan,"my father said before walking away.

"That's your father?"Harry asked me,opening the door for me again.

"Yeah,"I said walking through the door.

When I walked through, all heads were turned to me, but Harry was still not in sight.

"He seems pretty cool for a da-"

His voice echoed in the large, silent lunch room until he realized that everyone was looking at us.

"Uhhhh..." Harry and I said.

You could hear girls saying that he looks just like Harry Styles and telling others how hot he is. And what scared me was that everyone was saying is that Logan Michaels' girlfriend. We were voted hottest couple at the last two dances, at the spring dance and at the winter dance so everyone knew that we were dating. And now everyone thought I was cheating on him and that's a rumor, and rumors spread. I was only scared that one person in particular would hear it and that person is Logan.

A girl began walking across the cafeteria and everyone was looking at her. Her walk became faster and faster until' she was sprinting. She stopped in front of Harry. She didn't say anything, she just looked up at him and Harry looked down,confused, or was he doing what he did to me this morning,reading my mind.

"You see the rumor in school is that you have a really sexy body. Not be awkward or anything, but can I clarify the rumor?" the girl asked nervously.

Harry looked at me and again he used his eyes to speak instead of words. His dreamy blue eyes asked me for approval. Why is he asking me if he could show off his body to this desperately and obviously thirsty girl? It's his choice. Or did he think that he was cheating in a way if he showed her his body? That doesn't make any sense. You can't cheat on someone if you aren't even dating. It has to be because Harry is honest. Too honest. It kinda scared me. I'm lied to all time by my parents, my "friends", and, most often, Logan. Harry was still patiently waiting, but the girl was beginning to lose her's, and fast. I just nodded and walked away. 

I quick glanced back to see Harry lifting up his shirt as every girl, including me and the lunch ladies, admired Harry's perfect body. I put my stuff down at an empty table in the corner and turned around to bump into a smiling Harry. He put his back pack down on the chair next to me and followed me to the empty lunch lines.

"I'm sorry if that upset you ba- I mean Jazz,"he said, blushing and scratching the back of his head.

Was he about to call me babe? All Logan ever calls me is slut or whore when we're alone, but Harry was about to call me babe. Where is Logan? I don't even care about him. I find myself repeatedly comparing Harry to Logan and Logan always loses.

"Who are they?"Harry asked pointing to a small group of girls.

"Oh, them? They're the Plastics and sadly, they're heading our way,"I said, turning around.

The Plastics are these group of three girls that are all sluts and sisters and/or triplets.Like normal high school  teenage boys in this school, they are considered hot because they are easy to get. The brunette and leader of the group is Ashley. The two blondes look exactly the same so they cause drama all the time with guys. I could always tell them apart because Janette stands on the left and Amber on the right. Amber is the co-captain and Janette is just a dumb blonde so she's kinda irrelevant. They all look like barbie dolls and barbie dolls are plastic. Therefore, they are called the Plastics. Ashley hates me because Logan broke up with her in 7th grade for me and she pranked me and I pranked her back and it never stopped. So we're rivals for life all because of a pointless middle school break up.

"Hello,"Harry said as I took a tray of food from a lunch lady.

 

Harry's P.O.V

Jazz didn't seem to like the Plastics. I don't know why, but I'll find out. 

"I'm Harry," I said politely, holding out my hand.

"Hello, Harry," the curly haired brunette said shaking my hand,"Would you like to introduce me to your friend?"

"Oh, she's Jasmine,"I said pulling Jazz over to meet them.

I could feel the tension and I could see the hate in Jazz's eyes and in Ashley.

"We've already met,Harry," Jazz said, handing me a tray of food.

"Oh, thanks for the food, though, Jazz," I said, taking the tray as Ashley planted an evil smile on her face.

"Anyway," Ashley said, rolling her eyes at Jazz, but smiling at me," I just came over here to invite HARRY to the beach party today after school at 6."

"Can I bring Jazz,"I asked.

"No, sorry. Jazz isn't allowed to come to this one," Ashley said, biting her lip.

"I'm not coming if I can't take Jazz with me,"I protested, walking away, but Jazz didn't follow.

"OK, fine! It can come," Ashley said, not pleased with her decision as I turned back around.

"Great, see you girls at 6, maybe. By the way, I like your name,' I said, waving good bye, smiling.

I walked away and this time Jazz followed me. I was pleased with what I just did. Now I get to go to the beach with Ashley and I get to see her in a bathing suit. 

"Why are you so perfect?"Ashley asked rhetorically.

"Because I have you,' I said, quickly glancing into her eyes before I got lost in  them.

"Exhibit A of your perfection," she said as we sat at our lonely table. It was just Jazz and I. The very thought of being alone with her warmed my heart. It bothered me that she thinks I'm too perfect for her, I can tell in her eyes. 

To me, one of the most important parts of a relationship is the eyes. The eyes have the power to do anything. I could tell what's on someone's mind or what they feel. I don't need words, all I need are my eyes and they seem to be working with Jazz.

I ate a couple bites of my pizza before I looked up, to see Jazz staring at me. She is in deep thought, so I used my weapon, my eyes. I looked into her hazel eyes. They screamed that she is scared. What I want to know is what she's scared of. Her boyfriend.

"What's his name?" I asked her.

"Whose name?" she asked, still deeply thinking,"Were you reading again?"

"I can't read minds, I read your eyes. They tell me your scared."

"You read my mind like a super hero or something and it's kinda creepy,' she said, beginning to get angry. Instead of talking, which only seemed to get her more upset, I sent her a message with my eyes that said that I'm only trying to help and she knew it was true.

"I know, Harry. His name is Logan and, as you know, we're "dating","she said holding up quotes with her fingers,"And everyone thinks that I'm cheating on him with you. I'm scared that he'll find out, which I know he will and then he'll..."

"You aren't telling me something,"I said, still reading her eyes. She just shook her head and tried to avoid my eyes, but it was no use. To her, my eyes are irresistible and she's eventually gonna have to tell me and it's better for me to read instead of telling me whatever catastrophe is about to happen. I read and when it came to me, in letters as clear as day,I just looked at her. She nodded and her eyes began to water.

"Please tell me you're kidding," I said, still not believing what she told me.

I watched her cry for the second time today and it broke my heart. I hugged her and the touch of her made me shiver and I felt the same shiver on her spine. I just don't want to see her cry and I don't want her to see me cry. It'll just make her feel like it's all my fault and that's the last thing that I want to see is Jazz crying. It'll break my heart even more than it will to her's. Jazz deserves more than an abusive boyfriend that RAPED her.

"How many times,'I whispered in her ear that sent another shiver down her spine which made me grin a little, but this wasn't the time.

"A couple," she said as I began to feel the eyes of the other people in the cafeteria turn to us. I took strength  but I let her go, but I couldn't let go of her hand. I wiped a tear off her face with my thumb and lightly smiled.

'I'll take care of it." She looked up at me and for the first time in her life, I could tell that she felt protected and what warmed my heart was that I was the one that made her feel that way. She rested her head on my chest and I felt that it was a good time to tell her, even though she already knew.

"You might already know this, but I wanted to tell you face to face. I love you." I could hear the air gasped out of the cafeteria because I knew everyone heard, but I still said it. Those words were almost forbidden in all high schools and it didn't even pass my mind to think that everyone would hear. I could feel Jazz smile on my chest, as I caressed her soft curly brown hair.

                                                God made a someone for everyone,

                                                          and when you find them,

                                                                     you'll know

The bell rang. Jazz and I grabbed our stuff and threw away our leftover food. I'm still hungry, but at least one thing is full, my heart.

 

 

 

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