"Hey," he nodded at me.

I looked around the empty hallway. I was hoping to see a face that could help. But there was none.

I turned around, skillfully and tried to sneak away. My plan was to ignore Austin for the time being, but I knew at one point we would see each other again. Just not this soon.

"Wait," Austin yelled after me. I could hear his footsteps going at a medium pace. Not too fast to frighten me, but fast enough to keep up with me.

He grabbed my arm. I turned around expecting to see anger. But I saw concern and worry. He was worried about me? After I watched him get pummeled to almost death, and to make it worse, leave with the guy that had bruised him.

"I'm not angry with you. I just... I wanted to talk to you. It's not your fault what happened. I threatened him, I made him angry. Don't beat yourself up over this okay, gorgeous?"

I couldn't help but feel relief over his words. Thank God. I didn't want him to be angry at me. It wasn't my intention for him and Harry to fight. I didn't want Austin to sit with me that day. I knew Harry would assume the worst.

"I don't know if you and him are dating, or just fucking. I don't give a shit. I just want to know that you don't hate me. That you and I can still have a decent conversation without me having a blood vessel in my eye fucking explode," he exasperated.

I nodded sympathetically. I touched his face slowly and delicately. I didn't want to make his injuries feel worse than they already did. He looked into my eyes. Searching for something that even I can't find. He leaned closer to me. I moved my head back slightly, in fear he would kiss me and make the already deadly situation, worse.

"Did your eye really pop?" I asked uncertainly.

He chuckled lightly at my awkward question. "Yes," he moved his eyes to look over at the lockers and that's when I saw the blood swimming in his eye.

It was about the size of a dime, the blood. But I couldn't help but be fascinated by it. He looked back over to me and the blood was no where to be seen.

His head leaned to his right and kissed my cheek. Letting his lips rest for a moment on my soft cheek.

"I have to go. But if you need to talk about anything, I'm here. Don't forget that," he shook his head, reminding me.

"Okay," I whispered faintly.

His lips went into a crooked and barely noticeable smile. He was happy to hear my voice, finally.

He backed away from me and walked around my frozen body. His hands were shoved back into his jeans and his shoulders hunched over slightly. It reminded me of Harry.

Harry...

I would need to talk to him today. To apologize for my rude behavior. He just wanted people to know we were together. We weren't but, at least he wanted us to be.

I walked back to my previous classroom. Students were sat neatly at their desks, ready to be dismissed and go to lunch.

"Miss Hall. Next time be back a few minutes earlier," my teacher looked at me for a response.

"Of course, Sir. My apologies."

I walked to my things quickly and gathered them. As soon as I did, the bell rang, signalling lunch. Everyone raced out of the classroom and pushed past each other. I waited silently at the back of the chaos, waiting to be out of the classroom. I felt slightly awkward being at the back of the line.I could feel my teacher burning holes in my back, making me shift uncomfortably.

When I finally exited the classroom, I hurried to the lunch room. I didn't care what place I would be in line.

I just cared about talking to Harry.

Notes

I'm gonna do a double update for making you guys wait so long. Sorry :(

There's this girl on here who asked me to read her story on my judgement book. So I read it and I found flaws. I told her the things I didn't like and what she needed to change, blah fucking blah. But now she's angry at me and I did nothing but give her a honest opinion on her book.

Read it and message me your thoughts on it. It's called "Skater Girl".

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