Psychotic

Part 6/ Morgan's POV

I walk out of the bathroom with my full face of makeup and my casual outfit. Black leggings, Pink and blue ombre shirt, and then white flats. I notice that I interupted Cassie and Jena's awkward conversation. My eyes dart over to the clock that says 8:19. "Shit we are late" I groan. We all run down the hallways and laugh except Cassie. She seems to be cautious and a bit frightned.

      Once we barge into the classroom all eyes seem to roll over to us. The old professer named "Mr. Smith." He glares at us and asks "Can you tell the class why you were late?". Jena speaks up and aplogizes to the crazy bastard. Mr. Smith accepts and tells us to take a seat. Cassie, Jena, and I spread out and choose our assigned seats, specifaclly seperated due to the fact we can't shut the hell up. My eyes seem to wander over by Cassie who still looks sad and quiet. Then, I look behind her and see a sexy boy staring at her. His computer right by him said "Harry."

-Cassie's POV-

     I know he is here. His mysterious eyes burn into the back of my scalp. A queezy feeling takes over inside me which is called "Nervousness". I pray inside my head for this class not to end but eventually it does. The class bolts off to their next class while I make sure Harry is gone before I even leave. I carefully walk out into the empty hallway which was not swarmed with students running to get to the classes. Class already started and frankly I didn't care anymore.

Morgan and I snuck out before to go to Taco John's when we were freshmens in High School. My heart pounds as I sneak out of the school and stalk up to my dorm. My hands automatically lock the door and I sigh of relief. Harry is in school and I am safe in my cozy little room. I flick through the channels on my tv. It lands on the news and something caught my eye. It was the multiple gangs in Las Vegas. That would not stop us from going on our magical trip. My floor boards creak just a tiny bit and I jolt up immediatly from the noise. I turn aroudn and ask "Hello?". I wait for a response but then moving quickly to my small room. Sitting on my bed was a shirtless Harry smiling.

"What the hell do you think your doing here?!" I screach

He covers my mouth and whispers "Shut up, they will hear you."

"I don't fucking care!" I spat out

"You have a dirty mouth, maybe I can fix that?" Harry smirks

I roll my eyes and point to the door "You know where the door is"

"Come on!!!" Harry whines. "You seemed to like me last time" he chuckles

"That was one time!" I yell out in frustration.

He mocks me and does kissy faces. "You were basically saying Fuck Me Right Now."

I will admit he was an amazing kisser but I want to wait for someone I love and that is obviously not him.

My face turns bright red and I just have a permant scowl on my face. " Follow me" He says tugging my arm. I willingly go with him but my other half is screaming "NO!". Something makes me take his hand and go with him. We leave out back and I slide myself into his black car. The car was blaring music as he drives to a meadow deep outside the suburbs of the city. Harry parks onto a patch of grass and takes out a giant blanket. He has to be bipolar, one minute he will be yelling at me, then he will be my future imaginery boyfriend.