Fuck or Forget you (H.S.-AU)

Chapter 13

Mia’s POV:

“Don’t touch her anymore, you fucking jerk!” 

That was the funniest thing I’ve heard for a long time. Harry’s face expression was just perfect…

I should have taken a picture of his beautiful furious face, but that would have been very awkward.

I don’t know why he said that. He shouldn’t care about me and other boys because it seems like he and that stupid bitch Cassie are together.

Well, not together... Cassie just uses boys for sex.

She doesn’t want to feel love, just pleasure and with that she breaks the boys’ hearts.

Yep, the boys have feelings, too!

They won’t admit it but I see it in their faces. When I first got to this school I was very shy, had no friends and only talked to my teachers. So I just watched the people’s actions, their emotions, listened to their conversations…

Oh yes, you can definitely say, I was a little creep!

And one day I saw a popular footballer and Cassie leaving a storeroom. Cassie was way younger than him but it was obvious that she dominated their “relationship”. So while they were in a big conversation about him loving her but Cassie wanting to break up, I was standing behind the corner too scared to leave.

I am still thanking god that they didn’t noticed me because I know they would have beaten me up.

However, I was watching them and you know what I saw? That super popular football player, who every girl in our school had a crush on, started crying and begging her to not end the relationship. But, as you already know because I told you she’s a devil, she didn’t listen to him! They broke up.

On the following day Cassie already started a new “sex/relationship” with another guy, and although her ex-boyfriend acted like nothing happened, I saw in his eyes that nothing was okay.

He was heartbroken and I don’t want the devil to break Harry’s heart, it’s too valuable. Wait, what?! OMG, what is wrong with me?!

I don’t even know him and now I worry about his soon broken heart. And I don’t even know if they are an item. I really hope not, but when I saw them outside talking and when Harry said he had already kissed a girl it seemed so obvious that something was and is going on between them… Okay it’s official: I am crazy.

 When I get home, I smell something good coming from the kitchen. “Mum? Are you already here? Stop baking, you have to rest!”

 “Oh no, it’s just me! I’m baking cookies for her… can you pleeease help me? Seriously, I think I am going to burn the house.” Joe shouts back and I’m kind of thankful that mum hasn’t arrived yet.

I throw my schoolbag on the floor and look around the small living room. I see our sofa that we used to love. I see the bookshelves filled with books about cancer and alternative healing. Mum thought it would help her but now she’ll die.

Sometimes I imagine her sitting on the armchair reading fairy tales to us. I used to love them and listen to her voice with enthusiasm and passion and my fantasy created pictures of a perfect life. That perfect life never came and it never will.

I step closer to the chair and wonder if she will sit in it one last time before she leaves our world.

What are Joe and I going to do? Will we move? Will we stay in this house alone?