Changing

chapter 19

I pushed his large hand away from my mouth. "Harry, what the fuck are you doing" I whisper- yelled. "What the fuck am I doing?!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" he shot back at me. "What?!?, your the crazy idiot dragging my into abandoned halls when I'm meant to be in class" I yelled back at him, pulling away from his grasp. But when I tried to make a run for it, he ever so slightly, grabbed my wrists and held either one of them against the wall. His grasp around me was so tight, I could feel my wrist turning red. "Why were you hanging around with Isaac" he spat, still holding my wrist. "Because he is my friend" I told him, trying to escape from his killer grip. "No he isn't, he is a fraud. He is a bad person Lexi, bad person. He does horrible things to girls and is all bad". "Kinda like you then" I shot at Harry, causing a confused look to spread across his face. "What are you on about?!?" he asked, shaking his head. "Harry everyone knows you lead girls on and always us them for sex and only like them because they have a good ass or boobs. It's discussing. And utterly inappropriate. The other night in the wine cellar, that meant nothing to me or to you. We both know it. And if it wasn't for my mum interrupting then who knows what would have happened that night. Harry you have to stop treating girls like that and stop stalking me seriously. Isaac treats me like a true women, you should take some notes". I don't know what just happened, but the look on Harry's face meant bad. I thought he was going to hit me or slap me but instead he let go of my wrists. We both stood there for 5 seconds staring into each others eyes. "Fine" Harry whispered and with that he turned away from me and walked right out of the school. What just happened. My heart started to ache like I just lost someone important, but I didn't I just lost Harry. I wouldn't say 'lost' exactly but who knows right. Sad and angry, I looked at my watch. 2:35pm. There was honestly no point in going to class now. I sighed, slowly dragging myself out the school doors and started my journey home. The whole way home all I could think about was Harry and his words. I felt sorry for him, but he was interfering with something that didn't even concern him. My head told my to get over Harry but my heart told me something else.