Two Ghosts [h.s]

11

Waking up I drag myself into the shower and meet Abby outside to ride the bus. I rarely ever dress up. Today I'm wearing dark blue flared jeans with a tight long black button-up cardigan with a black tank top.

Before going to bed last night all I could think about was Harry and his stupid green eyes. Even at work he was all I could think about. Philip had to poke me awake from daydreaming at the bar. I hate thinking about Harry but he keeps getting into my head.

When I finally come to terms with not wanting to talk to him anymore, he finds away back in.

"Hey, Violet. Wake up and get to work." Laughing from behind me echos at the club.

"Oh, I'm sorry Philip I didn't even-"

"What's going on in your head. You've been in your own space again lately?" Philip presses his body against the counter opposite of me.

"Nothing." I mumble walking away to go check up on costumers, "he's nothing."

Harry means absolutely nothing to me. I cant let anyone get close to me.

My brain has moved on from thinking about his green eyes to his comment made earlier in class. He says he understands where I'm coming from. Like he can relate... No one could ever relate to my problems but it doesn't make his any less a sore subject.

Got home from work last night at two a.m. No matter how much I hate going to sleep I wish the circumstances were different. I'm so tired.

With every break I got last night I did as many math equations as possible. I have to be perfectly ready for this test cause Mr Johnsons gonna be extra hard on me like always.

Sitting on the bus with Abby, anxiety bubbles in my stomach. I hate writing tests.

"You okay, Vi?" I get elbowed sharply in the ribs.

"Ouch. And no I'm just really stressed. My average can't drop in this class."

"You go through this same anxiety process every time before you start a test and always end up pulling a 90." Yeah, cause I can just turn off my anxiety with a button, thank you very much.

"Noted, thanks." We both laugh. The doors to the bus open and we make our way out.

The cool wind hits my face and I bundle my arms around my chest forgetting just how cold it was today. Walking into the parking lot with Abby, she spots a couple of her friends from her first period and leaves to walk to class with them.

Heading for the right-wing of the school I take a shortcut passing through the parking lot. A loud engine rolls in from the entrance where I see a motorcycle park just a few hundred meters away from me.

It's a really nice motorcycle.

As I continue to walk in its direction the boy takes his helmet off and to my surprise it's Harry. Of course he rides a motorcycle, I would expect nothing less. walking closer I notice his familiar tattooed arms and I wonder if he's cold without a jacket.

Pressing his arms against the top of his bike Harry leans over watching me. When I notice his stare my face flushes white.

Parking near the entrance of the school I try and speed up hopefully to ignore him but he catches up.

"Trying to run away from me?"

I jump. I thought he was still at his bike.

"Jesus Harry, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Turning around he's only a couple feet away from me now. Chewing on a piece of gum he laces his fingers through his hair with yet another obvious stupid smirk."And actually yeah. Hints why I was walking faster." I dead-pin but it only makes him more invested.