Gabby’s POV:
What does Quinton have to do with any of this?
“Harry, what are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes.
“He has to leave in order for you to feel safe.”
I shook my head, “That’s crazy. He will never leave.”
Harry’s head turned to the ground, “I know, that’s why I have to make him leave forever.”
“What does that even mean?” At this point I have no idea what he’s even talking about. I don’t even know what I’m saying. This all feels like a blur.
“The less you know, the better.” Harry started to walk to the door when I suddenly knew what he was talking about. It wasn’t that hard to connect all the pieces. Harry thought I needed to be protecting and the only way to do it was to kill Quinton. The boy I love- well loved…I don’t even know how I feel. I still am so madly in love with Quinton. He was my first love. He was the one person who always knew how I felt, until I properly met Harry. Quinton told me stories about Harry, that Harry was the kind of guy to hook up with you and leave you in the dust. Everything was hitting me so hard. I felt my knees go limp and all I remember is collapsing to the floor.

Harry’s POV:
I don’t even know how I reacted so quickly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gabby start to fall. It was like everything was playing in slow motion. I ran quickly to grab her and lay her down on the floor. I shook her slightly to get her to come back.
“Gabby!” I was yelling. “Help! Someone! Anyone! Help, please!”
About a minute later there were three teachers in the room, telling me to back up and another asking me what happened and another wondering what we were even doing here in the first place. I shook my head; I couldn’t answer these questions right now. I needed to know if Gabby was okay. Did she have a heart attack or something? I just heard the buzzing of teacher’s voices.
“Stop!” I shouted. The room fell silent. “I need to know that she is okay.”
The nurse had made it into the room at some point, “She will be fine. I don’t know what happened, but I will get her back to my office and make sure she is properly taken care of.”
I shook my head, “Back to your office? Shouldn’t you call an ambulance or something?”
The nurses eyes looked sympathetic, “It looks as if she just had a panic attack or something along those lines.”
I nodded my head. Of course she did. She isn’t an idiot. Gabby must have figured out what I was talking about. Of course it was too much for her to handle. The nurse told someone to get a wheelchair to put Gabby in for them to get her back to her office.
“Don’t, I can take her.”
The nurse began to protest, “Harry-“
I looked at her with desperation written all over my face, “Please. Let me.”
She nodded her head as I began to pick Gabby up from the floor. She was so light and perfect in my arms. Her body was hot and clammy. It wasn’t a long walk to the nurses office, but it felt like years. I just wanted to hold her in my arms like this for the rest of my life. I wanted to be with her always. I don’t think I would be able to live without her. I laid her in one of the beds in the nurses office. Most of the teachers did not accompany us. I was thankful that I wouldn’t have to answer any of their stupid questions.
“Harry, what happened?” The nurse asked as she blotted Gabby’s head with a cold cloth. I took over for her, like a gentleman.
I guess I was thankful too soon, “We were talking-“
“And skipping class, might I add.”
I nodded my head, “It wasn’t her fault, I made her follow me. I made her skip class.”
“That isn’t true, you didn’t move her feet to get her into that classroom.”
“I guess, but still she felt like she had to, and we talked and I said things, things I regret.”
“And that sent her overboard?”
“I guess so.”
Her eyes narrowed, “I know you’re lying to me. But I am not going to press you on this anymore. I called her parents and they are coming to pick her up.”
Great, that’s all I needed, her parents wondering what their daughter was doing with the punk boy, skipping class.
I sat with Gabby for about five more minutes when she finally came back.
“Harry?” Her voice was groggy yet so attractive. And I couldn’t help but notice she was calling out for me.
“I’m right here, Gabby.”
“Get out.”
I was taken back by that, “What?”
I could see a tear roll down her cheek, “Get out!” She started to shout.
The nurse came running in, “Harry, please.”
I stood up from my seat as Gabby turned her back away from me. She was lying down with her knees pulled up against her chest, like she was trying to protect herself from something evil.
And I knew that something evil was me.