The next morning Hayden went out early for a breakfast with this guy she met last night. I didn’t mind at all, I was quite thrilled actually because it’s been a while since Hayden has had someone in her life and I was just really happy she was finally able to think about herself for a change. She was such a great best friend, always putting me first and unconditionally loyal to me. I hope I was doing as half as good job to her as she did to me, I could never thank her enough.

I saw the note she left on the kitchen table when I got up and went to make some coffee. I smiled, seeing she was excited by just the way her letters were italic, as if her hand was shaking while she was writing and she tried to hide it. I picked up the note and stuck it to the fridge. I was seeing my father today, we had to arrange some things about the mathematical department in his school. I couldn’t possibly be the only maths teacher there and we had to offer the job position to at least one more. I put on some light blue jeans and a checkered shirt. I wore combat boots and sunglasses. I grabbed my bag and locked the front door.

The car drive to my father’s was quite a quiet one, the radio wasn’t even on. I guess I just needed some time to think. I tried to pretend I’m thinking about work, but the only thing I could think about was Harry. I never actually considered the fact that he didn’t want me back. But what about the note in the plane? Did he even leave that one? I was so excited and thrilled about the moving that I never thought about hand writings. Was it even his? I need to stop, I’m becoming paranoid. I sighed heavily as I parked in my father’s driveway. There was another car in front of mine that didn’t belong to my father. He had a visitor.

I turned off the engine and sighed again. I had to find a way to get Harry out of my head. I wanted him back but I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I thought I was tormenting him, but the only person I was tormenting was me. I want his touch, his kisses. I want to feel his head on my chest, I want to listen to his steady heartbeat, lay down in bed with him the entire day-

“Broke?” I heard a loud knock on the door that shook me out of my thoughts and made me jump up.

“Jesus Christ!” I looked towards the window to see my dad waving and smiled at him. “God, dad!” I laughed and got out of the car.

“Sorry, it’s just that you’ve been here for about 5 minutes so I just came to check up on you.” He taped my shoulder and I smiled.

“It’s fine, I’ve just been thinking about things.” He nodded and we walked to the house.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet, if you already hadn’t.” He shrugged and I nodded, entering the living area of his house. As we entered, I couldn’t help but noticing a tall, dark haired figure standing next to the grand piano, looking through the window.

“Broke, this is Richard.” My father introduced us. I remembered meeting him last night but we never got the chance to talk.

“Broke, you remember we talked about at least one more maths teacher, right?” my father asked when we all sat down and when Ariela, his maid, brought us tea. I nodded and took a sip of my tea.

“I think Richard is perfect for the job.” My father smiled and I shrugged.

“If you think so, I’m more than pleased.” I said looking at Richard and he smiled at me. Richard was a good looking guy. He had black short hair and his eyes were icy blue, the most beautiful colour I had ever seen. I smiled at him, captivated by his appearance. He was one of those people that shamelessly stared at you. It was awkward to me, but it was never awkward to him. I couldn’t look at him for a long time, his eyes were too captivating and I felt embarrassed.

After the long conversation we had at my father’s house, I was about to leave.

“I have to go, Hayden is probably waiting for me. It’s already supper time.” I said and my father widened his eyes at me.

“Supper time?” he laughed and I playfully punched his shoulder.

“Shut up!” I laughed and Richard smiled at us. I picked up my purse and headed towards the exit, my head still turned towards Richard as I greeted my father and him. My body collided with a firm, stiff body. My head bounced against his chest and I felt his hand on the back of my head and his arm around my waist, holding me firm in place. His smell filled my nostrils and I had no doubt what so ever.

It was him.

He chuckled as I moved away smiling and apologizing. His hand never left the back of my head and his arm never left my waist.

“I’m terribly sorry, Harry.” I smiled, looking at the ground, trying to avoid his gaze and just run away as fast as I could.

“I am, as well.” He said and I looked up to him. I had a feeling his sentence held so much more meaning. He wasn’t thinking about our stupid hallway collision, he thought about last night.

“For that, I am as well, sorry.” I said, still smiling and his hand travelled down my back as he crossed his arms around my back.

“I would love to make it all right. Would you like to have breakfast with me sometime?” he asked, his eyes glued to my lips as he lowered his head. I heard a loud cough behind us and felt a sudden coolness at the lost of his arms around my back. I turned around.

“Right. Father, I’ll be leaving now. Nice to see you, Harry.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, nodding. Just then I noticed all of his friends standing there, smiling at us.

What am I getting myself into?

Notes

Sorry for the long delay, I'm back on track! :D
-H