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harmony |
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same, same. which class are you in?
same
...
possibly.
Sawyer quickly looked up. Knowing that she was in his class right now, made the plan a whole lot easier. He looked down at his phone, and began the plan.
what's this?
that's random. but alright
Right asHarmony clicked the link, a loud song, specifically 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by Def Leppard, suddenly played.
Sawyer perked up at the sound of his video, a smirk making its way on his lips. The History teacher whipped around, facing the blaring music which was coming from the back of the room.
"Harmony Rivers!" Their teacher hissed, "Detention after school."
Sawyer grinned slightly. Harmony Rivers, -he was thinking- I found you.
"Bu-" Harmonys melodic voice started as Sawyer finally saw her face. He gasped, realizing this was the exact same girl he ran into at the café. All he was thinking about was how beautiful she was and how stupid he was; his mystery girl had been right under his nose the whole time.
"No, Harmony. It's final."
Harmony huffed aloud. "Asshole."
The class erupted into laughter as Sawyer was watching with amusement.
"What did you just say, Ms. Rivers?"
"Er.. ah, shit. I mean.. um, shoot. Sorry, er, I think. Um-" Harmony cut herself off before turning directly to me, glaring. But of course, Sawyer smirked wider and winked at her, causing her to blush. He thought she looked beautiful.
She turned back and sighed to her fuming teacher, rubbing a hand across her makeup-free face. "It's not even my fault. God, you teachers need to go fuck a cactus, seriously. Maybe it will prick some sense into your fat skull."
The classroom began laughing their asses off again, while Sawyer raised an amused eyebrow. Harmony was absolutely pissed at the situation and could care less about detention.
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"Harmony Rivers." The teacher hissed our one final time, his face turning purple.
"Yes, you fucking grape?" She arches a perfect eyebrow.
"Oh my- Out! Get out!"
"Thought you'd never ask." She chuckled humorlessly. Sawyer immediately dropped his smirk, catching her beautiful blue eyes as she left. Harmony looked as if she was about to cry, but she quickly avoided eye contact with him, leaving.
Sawyer didn't know why she had a sudden change in attitude. He was confused and wanted to chase after her, but decided she needed time. Harmony, on the other hand, was only upset about the fact that Sawyer now knew who she was. She figured he would surely hate her.
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