The smile that was edged on my face fell as I entered the crowded hall. Across all the hurrying teenagers was the cocky Harry, crossed armed with a wide smirk on his face.
"oh great" I scoffed, trying to blend with the rest of the crowd.
" oh no princess" he laughed, grabbing my wrist and tugging me to his chest
. " what the fuck do you want now" I growled shuving him away from me. A sly smirk started on the corners of his lips.
"I didn't get your name love"
I chuckled, crossing my arms.
"What makes you think I'm giving you my name"
"Because I want you to"
" so let me get this straight, you assume I am going to give you my name because it's what YOU want"I asked scowling at his smiling face.
" exactly" he crossed his arms again.
" your a fucking dick" I scoffed into a sarcastic laugh.
I turned on my heel and started to my next class. Violently thundering through the large crowd.
" oh come on, your gonna be that much of a bitch about it" he fallowed after me, clearly finding something wrong in my reaction.
I stopped dead in my tracks, and turned around to meet eyes with his bright green ones. He was only about a foot away, his smirk was lightly faded. But still plastered across his face. It only made me angrier.
"Your gonna call ME a bitch"
I growled stepping closer so we were only centimeters apart. He chuckled.
" does that bother you, princess"
At that point I had enough. I clenched my fists tightly, to the point they turned white. Harry laughed at my anger, crouching to my size as he pinched my cheeks
"Ohh have I upset the little girl"
he pouted out his bottom lip, talking to me as if I were five years old with an antagonizing baby voice. I clenched my jaw as laughter erupted threw out the hall. Others taking it upon themselves to tag along with his baby talk.
"I think she needs a diaper change Harry"
" your baby's getting fussy, I think she needs a nap"
" ohh baby's mad"
" I think she needs a spanking Harry"
I screamed as loud as I could, my way of relieving stress and frustration. Everyone in the hall backed away, except Harry, who was smiling, seeming amused at reaction. I brought my right fist up and collided with Harry's cheek with as much force I could manage.
Harry fell onto the cold tile floor, red liquid gushed from his mouth as he leaned over and burst into coughing fits. Everyone pulled out their phones to record the beating. Cussing and 'she did that's?' Were bursted out the mouths of those who watched.
Harry stood from his position on the floor. Towering over me and glaring at me with dark, burning eyes. I glared back, trying strike fear in him with my blue eyes, nothing. Just purely anger.
" fight! Fight! Fight!" Was scream from teens, finding this as amusing.
Harry returned the favor, throwing a forceful set of clutched knuckles to my cheek. The force knocked me to the floor. My lip immediately split, blood spilt down my chin and dripped to my clothes.
I took the advantage of being on the floor and grabbed his ankle, dragging him to the ground with me. His head cracked against the ground, he let a painful grown leave his lips. I jumped onto his torso. And brought my fist up over his face.
" you know I like this" he mumbled. My fist dropped slightly, as I stared at him as if he were crazy.
He smirked resting his hands on my hips. He looked me up and down " you look sexy from down here"
I scoffed at him, forcing my fist into his nose. He clenched my hips as blood spirt from nose. I continued to attach him. Punches, slaps, cursing, scratches, he took it all.