18 - h.s

two

Sophia Elliott

"Oh my god! What did he say?" I exclaimed to my best friend, very much intrigued about her love life and the boy that she likes. I leant over the blue table, placing my arms one over the other and leaning further into the conversation we were having, my leg beginning to bounce in anticipation. A smile emerged onto my face, i was so happy for her. If anyone deserves to find love and finally be happy, its Aria. 

"He said he'll go!" Aria squealed, placing her head in her hands, her face burning red in what seems to be embarrassment mixed in with a sense of excitement. It was like she didn't know where to put her self in this situation, she sighed loudly and happily, pulling her hands away and looking at me with a huge grin etched onto her face. That was the kind of smile that makes your cheeks hurt. 

"Yes! oh my god I am so happy for you both! You-" I grabbed her hand and beamed at her, trying my best to get my happiness across to her but her smile faltered, as if she'd just heard some bad news, her eyes widened as she looked behind me, my expression morphing from beaming at my best friend to sudden apprehension. 

"Soph." she cut me off, squeezing my hand that she still had within hers as if she were warning me of something. "Behind you, get ready." 

"Huh?" I began but was cut off by the one and only, again. 

"Babe!"

I rolled my eyes and turned back round to face Aria again, hoping that he would just take the hint and leave me alone, he wasn't very good at reading signals telling him to just fuck off. I slammed my eyes shut and chewed at my lip, my anxiety getting worse again and my leg bouncing even more ferociously than before. 

"I told you Harry, I'm not y-"

"You wanna do me a favour babe?" he whispered into my ear, a trail of goosebumps worked their way up my spine and a shiver took control of my body as harry leaned over me and forcefully placed his hands on the table in front of me, the sound of his rings clanging against the wood, locking me into his presence again. This was becoming a recurring theme with this guy.

 My heart began to race and my face burned hot, I just knew my face was growing more red by the second. My eyes snapped up to meet with Aria's, who was sat frozen across form me in this situation, her eyes just yelling to me that she didn't know what to do, sitting there as if she were a child in the midst of fighting parents. 

I sighed and tried to lift myself up, attempting to free myself from the grasp he held me in, but again, not that i'm surprised, I failed as I was still in the same situation as I was before. "Honestly Harry, no." I sighed, shutting my eyes tightly in anticipation of what his response was going to be.

 I had no business being this afraid of this man, but I really just could not stop myself being intimidated by him.

The arms that were previously engulfing me snapped away and I was met with a cloud of cold air around my back, replacing what was once the warmth of Harry's body towering over me. He must've finally took the hint and left me alone. I sighed a loud sigh of relief, which ended up being extremely short-lived as i felt a weight on the bench beside me. 

For fuck sake.

"Okay thanks, so I need the homework." he spoke, crossing his legs over one another as he leant back on the table, him being sat the opposite way from me, my legs tucked underneath the table towards Aria and his legs facing outwards. "For Mrs A's class," He looked directly into my eyes as I rolled them and went into my bag and grabbed the worksheet out and slid it over to him, hoping that now he got what he wanted, he would take the hint and just go. I hated giving him what he wanted but I just cannot not cope with his bullshit right now.

"Happy now?" I rolled my eyes and turned back to Aria, hoping he'd just fuck off by now, he was really starting to piss me the fuck off. He looked down at the paper in front of him and flicked his eyes over the writing, a confused look tinting his face and his thick brows furrowing. I sighed and whipped my head round to face him, giving him a look saying 'for fuck sake, what's wrong now?' and raised my eyebrows in anticipation of an answer and crossed my arms on the table, Aria just sat back and continued to observe this interaction, with her mouth clamped shut yet her eyes wide.

"What's this?" he looked at me, a look of what seemed like disgust tinging his features as his brows furrowed lower, his frustration being made known to me. As I looked over his facial features more in depth than I'd bothered to before, I noticed a small chunk out of his skin beneath his left eyebrow. I pondered in my head over how he got it, although it wasn't really any of my business and quite frankly I shouldn't care. No, I don't care. For some reason though i'm still curious.

"The homework you asked for?" I looked at him with confusion evident on my face and nudged my head forward and raised my eyebrows making it evident to him that i'm not sure what he means as he got what he wanted. Again. His green eyes flashed with a small look of rage for a short moment, disappearing as quickly as it appeared. This made me wind my head back in and just stare at him, my annoyance and confusion of my face faltering, my face now absent of an emotion

"I want the answers babe," he slammed his middle finger in the middle of the piece of paper and slid it back to me and looked me up and down, leaning in towards me as he said it. Son of a bitch. I rolled my eyes and took the paper back, turning away from him, resulting in a sigh exuding from his slumped over frame, his frustrated demeanour showing once again. 

"And I would give them to you why?" I scoffed, shaking my head and raising my eyebrows in anticipation of an answer from him. I tried my best to exude even the smallest amount of confidence but it seemed that the exact moment whenever his green eyes flashed mine, it was knocked out of me, like I had been winded and needed to quickly catch a breath. I didn't know what it was with this asshole, was it fear? Just pure intimidation? Fuck it, even attraction? I honestly had not a sliver of a clue. 

"Well babe, one," he clasped his hands together, leaning his arm on the table and shifting his weight to the side, "you owe me." he smirked, his eyes flicking over my face and then quickly back to my eyes, blink and you'd miss it. 

"Owe you?" I laughed, whole heartedly, honestly not even giving a fuck that people around us were looking over their shoulders and in our direction, their conversations fizzling out and the attention being bought to the confrontation in the middle of the cafeteria. "Why the fuck would I owe you anything?".

"Oh, princess, everyone owes me." he smirks and I just want to scream out of pure frustration at how angry this man makes me, why does he have this effect of me and why was I letting it happen? "And I always get what I want, one way or another." he leans closer to me, our faces just centimetres apart. The cafeteria was now silent but I couldn't manage to tear my eyes away from his to look at the whole school listening to our conversation, teachers included. He was now so close that the same familiar scent of cologne and cigarettes filled my personal space, confirming his dominance over the space he was in, as if he needed to. 

His lips stayed in that same smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face at this point, this is the first time this school had been so silent you could hear a pin drop and have it echo throughout the room. I still stayed silent, a blank expression on my face as i wanted nothing more than to tear my eyes away from his but i was a deer in the headlights. 

He slowly got up from his seat and walked round behind me again, leaning over me again, "And two, you're a good girl." he rasped in my ear as my whole demeanour froze. My eyes widened as they mirrored Aria's reaction. He stayed there for a brief moment, taking in my reaction as I still stayed silent and very still, not knowing what to do or say as he was so close to me again.

He eventually leaned back, after what seemed like an eternity to me. I tried my very best not to snap my head round and look at him and having to see that damn smirk that i am one hundred percent sure is etched onto his lips.

Sorry, what the fuck was that?