Two Ghosts [h.s]

9

After leaving Harry in the halls I wonder to myself why I had let him touch my arms and chin, without flinching. Almost any time someone touches me I flinch or burst into a panic. That thought itself never leaves my mind as I sit in my next class.

I'm slumped in my seat trying to figure it out and I grow frustrated letting out hard breaths that get my classmates attention.

The bell goes off and I swear it's only been five minutes. I sit up in my seat confused why everyone floods out the class.

The teacher looks at me worried, being I usually pay the most attention but not wanting to elaborate, I stand up and leave for lunch.

When I push through the cafeteria doors I spot Harry sitting at a table with four other guys, earbuds in his ears. They're all talking but he's just eating an apple staring off into space, clearly not interested and disgusted by their presence. Im not sure why he's still sitting with them but by his posture, it looks forced. 

This is the first time I've spotted him here and I wonder if it was because of what I told him. 

"Hey Violet." the voice comes from the table and when I look up my stare falls on to Peter. My skin goes cold and I let out a forced hum nodding back a silent hello.

When I try to walk by him, Peter puts his arm out in front of my body stopping me but I yield before I come in contact.

Harry's eyes lift up. 

"How are you today?" He smiles with a bright expression.

Peter does this all the time. Stops me in front of the student body to embarrass me. I don't say anything back and just move out of the way heading towards the outside doors.

He turns around snickering back to his friends - except Harry who's listening carefully with murder on his mind. My heart skips a beat because of the thought he cares about me. "I wonder if her parents really did throw her out. Can't say im not surprised." 

"No isn't it because her parents hit her." Another says and the table erupts in laughter.I just hang my head down trying not to let them get a reaction out of me. 

My steps to the door are stopped however by Peters voice booming.

"Come on Violet just tell us which ones true, we're all dying to know." My fists clench but I keep walking. "Give us a hint sweetheart," he smirks. 

"Dont call me that." I whisper through my teeth.

"Sorry did you say something?" He looks mad. Why does he talk so much? "I take it back youre not sweet. I already knew that though. That's a compliment and I bet you taste nothing sweet either. Id known if you let me but I guess it was for the best." 

I turn around with my back against the door as I look at him. I only huff, "you never get what you want because you're a piece of shit." I say quietly but angrily as he speaks through his teeth. 

"I can't even hear you but calling me a piece of shit is original." He whispers out, "you never were worth it." 

I know im not worth it so if hes looking for a reaction all he'll get is an agree.

I shrug and that makes him mad. 

"God Damn Violet you're such a bitch you know that." my eyes scrunch and I only move my eyes to look at Harry whos staring at him darkly. It scares me myself, "I try to look past all the rumors but you make them so believable. I dont get why you just dont speak."

My heart drops as I turn around to look at the whole cafeteria staring at me and I almost trip back. I always forget the amount of eyes always on me in these situations.