What Matters Most (H.S Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14: Bonding

Ryder's Point of View:

"Ok I got another one." He laughed,"How do you make a tissue dance."

"How."

"You got to put a little boogy in it." He could barely get the punch line out without breaking out into a fit of laughter. I giggled a bit.

"You're so lameeee."

"Oh yeah? Like you can do better?" He challenged.

"Ok ok ready? How come the skeleton was too scared to enter the haunted house?"

Harry yelled at the top of his lungs,"Because he didn't have the guts! Ha ha jokes on you, I alread know that one!"

"Oh my Lord, Harry calm down." He was getting over excited by little cheesy jokes and it was actually very entertaining to watch. We were leaning against the lockers in the hallway during a free period. Thank God for a free period, I don't know what I would do without it.

His face got serious and honestly it kind of scared me. He simply picked up his bag and walked away, leaving my utterly confused. I picked up my bag running after him, calling his name repeatdly. I stood infront of him but he kept walking as if he didn't see me.

I watched him continue down the hallway, getting farther and farther away. I sprinted down the hallway, springing myseld onto his muscular back.

"Harry!" I squeal as I tackled him to the floor. I lay horizontally on his stomach, my back in contact with his shirt, he groaned.

"Get offfff..."

"Nope." I say popping the p.

"Fine." He states, I lay there for a couple of seconds, all of a sudden I am flipped off of him and now he is hovering over me. My stomach feels as if it is home to thousands of butterflies. He whispers, sending chills down my spine.

"Did you honestly think I was mad at you?" He smiles cheekily. I can't move. How does Harry have this affect on me? I'm usually one to always have something to say, but when it came to Harry I was speechless. This moment was interrupted when a teacher came into the hallway.

"Hey!" She yelled, Harry still hovering over my body,"Detention for both of you!" Harry jumped onto his feet, picking me up quickly.

"Run." We both took off into the opposite direction as the unkown teacher called after us, her loud voice fading as we got farther and farther away. We finally considered it was safe to stop running and stopped in an empty hallway.

"Nice going fucktard." I said shoving his lean body away from mine, so he stumbled a bit.

"Hey I just saved your ass from detention dipshit." He jokes.

"Curse at me one more time. I fucking dare you." I challenged.

"Or what?" He smirks.

"Or I'll kick your ass."

He pinned me against the lockers in a gentle yet forceful way. The space between our lips diminishing, but not connecting yet. The bell for next period rang. Our lips not connected as kids soon crowded out of their classrooms and into the hallways. I looked into his eyes, as he stared back down at me.

"Time for class." I spoke softly.

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Although Harry and I weren't officially dating, I thought Isabella would give me more than just a threatening glare from across the room. I began to convince myself into dating him, I mean it was just a relationship, nothing scary right? But no matter what I thought, there was a voice in the back of my head that kept telling me to not let my guard down.