The Academy

Westwood Academy is known as one of the most prodigious boarding schools for girls.
For girls.
Not boys.
Every logo had the words "For Girls" printed with it, I thought that meant it was set in stone.
So why did the new building have a sign in front printed with "Boy's Dorms" in clean silver letters?


15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Harry’s POV

Nicole made me keep her textbook after lunch today since I hadn’t bothered to take the classroom copy like she and everyone else did after that class today. So because of that I had to carry this damn thing around with me everywhere for the rest of the day. It was heavy as hell and it bothered me that I had to carry it, and then when I got back to the dorm I’ve have to spend even more time with the damn book when I really just wanted to throw it into a river or some shit.

After my last class of the day was finally over, I headed back to my dorm building where I knew my roommates were probably all back already and working on all of their work, something that I unfortunately had to do. I’ve never really done homework on a Friday before, if I bothered to do it I would usually wait until Sunday night.

The work I had though technically was due tomorrow since that’s when I would be meeting with Nicole again and she expected me to have it done. When I got back to my room, I sat down at one of the desks in the room and went straight to work without even thinking about greeting my roommates or anything.

“What are you doing, Harry?” I heard Niall ask a few minutes after I had started working.

“Finishing this study guide,” I told him without looking up from the book.

“Already?” he asked.

The boys had decided to accept the fact a few days ago that I really wasn’t into school as much as they were since I usually would just end up watching them do their work or ask them for answers to the questions on my homework.

“That girl has got you wrapped around her finger,” I heard Liam say after a few moments, and I turned around to face him.

“What?” I asked him.

“You’re working on the study guide for Mr. Thomas’ class right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I’m not even worrying about starting that yet and here you are already working on chapter two of the packet,” he said with a slight laugh.

“I just want to get it done,” I shrugged.

“Yeah so a certain girl will be impressed by you and give you a reward,” he smirked.

“It’s not like that,” I told him,

“And her name is Nicole,” I added, I didn’t like him referring to her as ‘that girl’ or whatever he referred to her as.

“I think Harry here has a little crush on Nicole,” Louis said in a child’s tone of voice.

“I do not,” I told him.

“I never would’ve put Harry to be the one to have a crush on a girl, I figured he would just go for it,”

“Why don’t you guys pester Liam about the girl that he likes, since he hasn’t shut up about her all week,” I said, and without thinking they ended up doing exactly what I just said, leaving me to think about what they had said to me.

I wasn’t doing this to impress her or whatever Liam had said, I was doing this for me. I promised my mom I would at least try to get some passing grades this year and stay out of trouble. So far I’ve pretty much stayed out of trouble, but my grades already weren’t very good, and it’s only the first week of school.

I didn’t have a crush on Nicole like they thought I did. Sure she wasn’t bad looking and I liked spending time with her, but that doesn’t mean that I like her like that.

On the walk to dinner, Liam kept pestering me about how I should sit with him and Liz and get Nicole to sit with us too. His reasoning was because Nicole and Liz were good friends so therefore to him that meant there would always be conversation. Liam had told me earlier that sometimes when he was with Liz, there would be some dull moments where neither of them knew what to say, so I knew he was just thinking of ways to avoid that.

I wanted to tell him that I really didn’t want to sit with him and Liz but I wasn’t sure how since I didn’t want to reveal the real reason since I had made such a big deal earlier that I didn’t like Nicole the way they were thinking I did. And while that was still true, I still liked having Nicole to myself. I liked when it was just she and I at dinner because then all of her attention, whether good or bad, was on me and not anyone else. I knew she wasn’t very fond of me, so if she were sitting with her friend, she would only talk to her.

I had ended up telling Liam that Nicole and I were going to go over the study guide during dinner so we couldn’t sit with him. He believed my made up excuse with no doubts whatsoever. I still couldn’t believe ho easy it could be to lie to people here. I guess since this school has a reputation for honors students, they just don’t expect anyone to lie or break any rules.

My excuse to Liam wasn’t a complete lie since I didn’t know if Nicole and I were going to work on the study guide or not. I was hoping that she wouldn’t want to, considering that I didn’t even bother to bring me study guide since I hadn’t finished it, and I really didn’t want to discuss it right now, I really just wanted to talk to her.

As we walked into the dining hall, I went to sit with Liam and everyone else since I wasn’t going to sit with Nicole until after her friends moved to sit somewhere else after we had all gotten our dinner.

“Calm down, man,” I heard Louis say to me and I gave him a confused look before I realized that I had quickly and anxiously been tapping my fingers on the table.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and moved my hand off the table and used it to play with the fingers on my other hand. It seems to be taking forever for them to get through the grades levels and call us for dinner.

I really did need to calm down, but I really just want to be able to go talk to Nicole. I kept telling myself that I needed to keep my cool. She was just some girl that I happened to enjoy teasing and talking to, nothing more than that. I’ve just never been anxiously looking forward to seeing one girl in particular. Luckily I was able to hide this side when I was around her and I was able to talk smoothly to her.

When the seniors were finally called to go get in line for our dinner, I immediately shot up from my seat and headed over to where the line started so I could get my food. Tonight’s dinner was pizza, and I grabbed two slices before heading back over to the tables and sitting in the seat across from the one I knew Nicole always sat in.

I had gotten up so quickly that I was one of the first people in line so I got to the table before Nicole did. Maybe I should’ve just taken my time, let her get here first. I didn’t want to come off as too eager to come and sit with her.

A few minutes later, I noticed her beginning to walk over to the table and I looked back down to my food so she wouldn’t think I was waiting and watching for her to come out of the line.

“Hey,” I said to her once she sat down.

“I’m only tutoring you during lunch,” she told me, “Not dinner,”

“I thought we already established that I still sit with you at dinner,” I said to her.

She didn’t say anything back as she took a bite of her pizza.

“Don’t your friends want you to sit with them or something?” she asked me.

“They wouldn’t mind, but it’s not like they’re begging me to sit with them,” I said, leaving out the part about Liam today since that was the first time that one of my roommates really wanted me to sit with them.

“Why don’t you ever sit with them?” she asked.

“Why don’t you sit with your friends?” I retaliated.

“Because all my friends do during lunch is stare at boys while talking about them and it gets old after awhile,” she said.

“Now you answer,” she added, before I had the chance to say anything else.

“Well if I sat with my friends then you would be sitting by yourself,” I told her.

“Why do you care?” she asked.

“How is it that you just assume that I don’t like you or that I don’t give a damn about anything?” I asked her.

She just shrugged and took another bite of her pizza. She really knew how to piss me off and I think she did it without even fully realizing it. It made me want to insult her or let her know how much she currently bothered me, but I for once decided against saying anything harsh to her. She was messing with my mind now, and she had no idea.

“So what are you going to do this weekend?” I asked her.


“Damn, why do you have to question everything? Can’t someone just ask you a simple question to keep a conversation going?” I said to her, trying to keep my voice away from the harsh tone that I really wanted to use right now.

“I’m probably going to the senior party with my friends,” she stated.

“Party?” I asked, suddenly calming down and gaining interest in her weekend plans.

I never thought she would even consider going to any kind of party.

“I never thought these prude people here would ever have a party,” I said with an over exaggerated, shocked tone.

“Damn, why do you have to insult everything about this school? Can’t someone just like this school without being criticized?” she said with a slight smile as she mimicked what a said to her just moments ago.

“Touché,” I smirked at her, causing her to smile a bit more.

“So tell me about this party,” I said to her,

“Notice I could’ve said another insult about this school but I didn’t,” I added and she just smiled and rolled her eyes.

“It’s nothing big really just celebrating the beginning of school. It’s just the lounge in the dorm is decorated a bit and everyone just hangs out down there. I’m not sure how they’re doing it this year since a lot is different from last year,” she explained and I just nodded and took a bite of my pizza that I haven’t eaten much of yet.

“So when is this so called party?” I asked her.

“Tomorrow night,” she answered.

“So since you know your way around this place pretty well, would you like to accompany me to this party?” I asked her.

By the look on her face I could tell she was a bit hesitant to say anything, I guess she was deciding if she wanted to have to deal with me at the party tomorrow or not.

She bit her lip, “I’ll think about it,”

“You have until tomorrow,” I told her with a slight grin just as we were called to be dismissed form dinner, and I slid out of my seat and walked away.

The party seemed like it was going to be lame, but if I got to hang out with Nicole there, it might actually be worth going to. Damn was she screwing with my head.

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