He's my boyfriend
C H A P T E R 3
Demi's POV:
In English Harry sits down next to me. There aren't any popular kids in this class, so he can talk to me. I think it's really weird that if there aren't popular kids, you can talk with un-populars and if there are populars, you can't. I mean, un-populars can be nice too, right? 'What do you think of our school?' I ask Harry. He shrugs his shoulders. 'I don't know, I like it. There are nice people' he says and smiles. 'Do you have already have friends?' I ask. 'Kind of, I think' he says. 'Who?' I ask him curious. 'Niall, Liam, Zayn, Louis and Perrie, Eleanor and Danielle' he answers. I nod slowly. 'The populars' I mumble. 'Do you really like them or do you like them for your reputation?' I ask. It's something I always wanted to know. 'I like them, not for the reputation' he says. I don't believe him. If he didn't liked them for their reputation, then he would talk to me in classes with popular kids, right? 'Would you like to go to the city with me, after school?' he asks me. I shake my head. 'I'm already going with Jay, Mike and Abby' I say. Mike and Abby are my other best friends, but they're not in my class. 'Oh okay' he says softly. 'Is jay your boyfriend?' he asks me softly. 'Why do you want to know?' I ask him grinning. He blushes. 'Just curious' he says. I grin. 'Yes, he's my boyfriend.' He isn't my boyfriend, but I like to play a little game. 'Oh, okay' he mumbles. For the rest of class we're quiet. After this class I quickly grab my phone and text Jay. "Hiiiii
I told Harry you are my boyfriend, please please please act like my boyfriend. Love you x"Jay and I are like girl best friends. If you know what I mean. We talk to each others like we're girls. Yeah I'm a girl but he isn't.
When my last class is finally done, I walk to my locker to meet Jay, Abby and Mike. 'Helloooo girlfriend' Jay says and puts grinning his arms around me. 'I think I missed something' Mike looks confused at us. 'Oh, it's not real. I told Harry that Jay is my boyfriend' I explain. 'Why?' Abby asks me when we walk out of the school. 'I like to play a game' I say grinning. 'You know one time this is gonna work against you?' I shrug my shoulders. 'We'll see.'
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