The new guy

"Oh that guy? He’s new. He hasn’t talked to anyone since he got here. Guess he’s shy. Oh shit he’s looking turn around." "You know what I heard? That he’s crazy. People say he talks to himself." "Maybe he’s not that bad you guys. I’m going to go talk to him." … "Hi, I’m Katie." He gave me a smile that sent shivers through my body. "Hi, I’m Harry"


9. Chapter 8

I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I didnt feel tired, it just felt like……..I don’t know.
In fact I didn’t really remember getting dressed and walking to school.
But atleast I loved what I was wearing! A black tank, jean shorts, black high tops, a small heart on my chain necklace, and Harry’s beanie.
Ohhhh, I see why I didn’t remember anything now, the whole morning I was still mesmerized by what happened with Harry yesterday.
I still couldn’t believe that everything I dreamed about had happened.
But most of all, I couldn’t believe that Harry had wanted to kiss me. ME, out of all people.
The day flew by quickly, and everyone was back to normal even after what had happened.
I walked by myself to lunch and as a turned a corner, I bumped into a familiar body.
"I knew I left my beanie at your house." Harry said, kissing me on the cheek.
I suddenly freaked out remembering that I had his beanie on.
"Oh gosh!! Here, I’m sorry for wearing it, I should’ve gave it back!"
I reached up to take it off and a warm strong hand stopped me.
He intertwined his fingers with mine, pulling my hand down.
"Keep it, you look cute in it."
He left a butterfly kiss on my lips and left.
"Darn it Styles, just kiss me." I said to myself.
I had to admit, he was a bad guy with a big heart.
I basically skipped into the lunch room towards the group.
"Well someone’s happy!" Luke noted.
"Considering what just happened…."
Lydia was good at ruining my day. She was always spot on.
"Hey cut her some slack, at least she’s coping with it." Angela said.
"Probably because she’s been lip locking with the freak." Lydia said with a content look on her face when my shock came through.
Everyone at the table gazed at me, like I had just murdered someone.
"Care to explain yourself?" Lydia continued, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. The look of content still on her face.
"Well I-I…."
I was still processing everything and couldn’t come up with the right thing to say.
"You what," Lydia slammed her hands against the table and leaned forward again, "Looked to him for comfort?"
"Lydia, stop." Jake said, noticing my horrified face.
"No, I think I should keep going. I bet you she was with the freak,"
I knew what she was going to say.
"Even when she was with Zac!"
"Lydia, that’s enough!" Jake was angry at her now, he had never defended me like this before.
"Come on! Tell them ! Tell them how you went on a date with him."
Wait, what?!
"I saw you! I saw you leave with him!"
It was all fitting together now.
I couldn’t help but yell at her. I stood up, slamming my hands on the table like she just had.
Everyone was staring now. But I didn’t care, Zac had hurt ne because of her. And worse, he had hurt Harry.
"You see, she gets all defensive about it too! What wrong Kat, don’t like it when people give your secrets out??"
She gave me an evil grin and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I pounded my fist on the table.
"Before you go spread shit around, get your damn facts straight!"
"Oh I’m sorry, should I have told him that you are having sex with the freak too.?!"
She laughed at me and looked at me like I was pathetic.
I stepped closer and lifted my arm up, about ready to explode on her.
Right when I was about to swing, 2 arms wrapped around my waist.
"Babe, stop she’s not worth it."
"Yea that’s right, try to make her feel better about the fact that she clearly made Zac kill himself. All over a slut, poor Zac."
My arm dropped. The tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t believe that she would be that cruel.
But I was no longer dating a football player, there was no need for her to be nice to me. Not anymore.
I felt myself get lifted off the ground and tooken towards the hall.
When we were in the hall, he hugged me tight. I cryed into his shoulder and he stroked my hair.
"Baby she’s not worth it. She’s just trying to get into your head. You can’t let her. You’re better than her."
Somehow, his words made me feel better, but I didn’t let go, I loved the feeling of his body. It was like our bodies perfectly fit together.
Someone cleared their throat. Harry and I turned towards the noise,him not letting go of my waist.
"Katie, you’re wanted in the principles office, please follow me."
I turned to look up at Harry, worry in both of our faces.
I walked behind the short lady.
I knew we were both thinking the same thing; What was wrong now. 


"Take a seat, they’ll call you in momentarily."
I gave the lady a small smile while I sat down in the cold leather chair.
The smell of bleach and leather overwhelmed my nose. Everything was super clean, even the white carpet was so clean, that I was affraid to walk on it and leave a stain.
I nervously tapped the arm of chair with my fingers.
After what seemed like hours, they called me into a little office in the back corner.
Two police men were standing up, admiring their coffee and donuts they had just recieved. Another young women was sitting in a chair, her left hand holding her pen and her head up while she flipped through a note pad on the desk.
"Ahhh, Katie Payne, is it?"
The women said , not looking up from her notes.
The cops turned their attention on me, turning the volume down on their radios.
"We just want to ask a few questions, please, have a seat."
I sat down and nervously played with my thumbs.
"Listen kid, you aren’t in trouble, relax." The older looking cop commented, clearly reading me.
My shoulders relaxed a bit.
"You were Zac’s girlfriend right?" The women began.
"Yes ma’am."
"How long had you guys been dating?"
"5 months. 6 on the 1st of October."
"Did you know if he had any problems at all ?"
"None that I was aware of. We lacked communication."
"Hmm….look I’m going to be straight forward with you. We found proof to Zac’s death being a murder."
"A murder ?? But how, he hung himself in his room."
She pulled out something from an orange envelope. She turned it over so I could see.
"See here," She pointed to something on the picture,"We believe that these were rope marks. Possibly from being tied up. And this…"
She pulled out another picture.
"Is a small knife incision. Possibly from being threatened."
"But that could’ve been anything, he could’ve accidentally cut himself."
"We thought you would say that," she pulled out a bag, "This was found in a flower pot outside of the house. It was sterilized and put through a test."
I stared at the bag.
"Zac’s blood was found on it." 

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