Harry Takes School Seriously Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I hate school." Harry chuckled slightly and stood up. There was a sheen of sweat over his bare chest that was rising up and down quickly. He picked up his vest top that he has regarded rather quickly into working out and walked over to Brooklyn. "Shall we go back?" "Please get these books out of my sight," Brooklyn muttered and scrambled up. Harry helped her pack up her things and then they walked out of the gym. "Harry?" She said while they walked through the house. "Yes?"

Did he know that Harry had just been rejected by his mate? It's been a few days, Manny was nowhere to be seen. Although their last meeting contained Harry's agreement to accompany the woman to study. Harry was very surprised because the principal was very naughty and lazy. Harry told him a few days ago, her hope he doesn't have to do it again. Because to be honest... Harry was sick of going to that school, too many girls were thirsty for men, violent. The students should only be made to be torturing machines for prisoners. They are that creepy.

"Well, a new lover does tend to make the old one feel completely irrelevant." Harry scowled, sitting up straight. His lips pressed together, and his eyes brewed a storm. "Who was it?" I gave him the fakest smile I could manage. "Why would that concern you? You're done with me, and I'm done with you. You have your new woman. I have someone who wants me. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" He studied my face, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Then he laughed, "Nice try. You're just using reverse psychology to make me realize I'd be losing something valuable, right? Fine. Let me prove how little I care."

{Diane} Hours later after lunch, Harry was done with practice and I was at his place, acting like I actually came to tutor him when the truth is that I am dying to listen to him pour out his whole mind to me....that is if he can really pour out the whole of his mind to me, his fake girlfriend, but I just have to stay to see if he's going to set his mind free or not. "You know I thought we were supposed to submit this one next week?" He pointed to the last homework we just completed.

There was a tremor in his voice. Harmony's ginger eyebrows dipped down into a slight furrow. "Stop worrying so much old man, it's not like I'm going to another world! It's just college." She said with a small laugh. She was excited. Despite the crippling anxiety that showed no sign of stoppage, she was excited. New people, a new place, and even better she was one step closer to leaving school forever! Uncle Sam waved his hands. "Ah, you're right, now get out of my car, egghead."

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

“Now teach me, nefore I fail out of Organic Chem and get benched for the season.” Taking a deep breath, I flip my notebook toward him, trying to ignore the way his thigh brushes mine beneath the table, even though I still flinched at the sudden contact.. “You don’t even care about this class.” according to Kayla he is very smart, he even had alot of academic awards in his first year, but then suddenly he stopped attending classes and only focuses on hockey. “True,” he says, his eyes meeting mine “But I care about this, about us....our little... arrangement.”

Pretend I was sick and avoid another round of “Look who’s trying to fit into jeans again.” *Knock knock.* “Harriet! Come down for breakfast or you’ll be late!” my mum shouted from downstairs. Her voice cut through my thoughts like a blade so I yanked my shirt down, exhaled, and gave my mirror self a flat stare. This was me. Hi. I’m Harriet Avery. Female, if that wasn’t obvious. Seventeen. A Senior at Crestwood High—a hellhole politely disguised as a school, ruled by hockey gods and the spray-tanned cheerleaders who orbit them like glittery little moons.

Alex shoved his hands in his pocket and led the way, while Carly followed quietly As Alex and Carly entered the hall, Carly couldn't help but look around in wonder. The was a lecturer standing in front of the class. He was droning on about the history of astronomy, but the students were barely paying attention. Some of them were playing on their phones, others were putting on makeup, and a few couples were chatting together,some were even kissing. * Can this school get any worse?? * Is this the school she's going to study in?? * Really?? As her eyes were still darting around in wonder, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He brought in a colorful box and said, “Aurora, I told the boss that you earned good grades, so he gave me a fifty percent discount for this!” He put the cake on the table. Then, he happily took out a candle and put it on top of the cake. “Aurora, quick! Blow the candle!” My nose stung. “Harry, I want to quit school.” His hands froze mid-air. “Aurora, what are you talking about?” The table became shaky because of the weight of the cake on it. “I’m serious.” “Aurora, did someone mistreat you in school? If something happened, I can help you—”