Summer Of Secrets Revealed

The Fight

It was finally Monday. I could start off my week, and try to get over everything that happened yesterday. My mom made pancakes, a pleasant surprise considering I thought that she would be angry about my asking about the letter.

Both my parents seemed to have forgotten about it, talking and acting as if it was a regular day.

Harry doesn't pick me up today, which forces me to take the bus to school. When I get there Harry still hasn't arrived. I wait for while, but he still doesn't show up. I go over to his friends and ask about him, but they all deny even talking to him the entire weekend.

I decide to catch up on my homework, finishing everything before the bell rang. And right before it does, Harry rushes in, looking like he hadn't slept. I smile up at him, relieved when he leans down to kiss me. I feel people watching us and hide behind my hair, feeling Harry intertwine our fingers and squeezing. He picks up my pen, writing down three words that make me smile.

I kiss him again, feeling the familiar butterflies dance around in my stomach. I tried to forget about everything, knowing that of course it wouldn't be possible to do so. Mr. Anderson walks in, clearing his throat and glaring at the both of us, like he had never seen two teenagers kiss before.

He starts his lesson, boring us all until our first break, and then until lunch. Harry and I both walk out into the yard, sitting in the shade of a tree to stay out of the hot sun. I don't say anything, not wanting to ruin the calm that settled over us. We eat our lunches quietly, watching others pass us. I see Jamie's boyfriend standing with all her friends, but she was no where in sight, which I found strange.

"Autumn, can I ask you something?" Harry says, pulling me closer to him. I hum in response as he plays with my hair.

"Do titles bother you?" I turn to face him, confused.

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"Would you mind if I called you my girlfriend?" He asks quietly, smiling at me when I meet his eyes.

"Of course I wouldn't mind." I tell him, laughing as he looks relieved.

I watch as he plays with my fingers, and as he runs his hands up my arms. His hands rest on my neck, making me sigh in bliss. He runs his thumb over my lips, making me shiver despite the heat that we are surrounded by. He gave in and kissed me, making me smile against his lips. I pulled him closer to me as our lips parted, breathing in his familiar scent. I let myself close my eyes for just a second, wanting to keep this moment forever.

I hear people yelling and ignore it, not wanting to focus on anything else but Harry. When it doesn't stop I look up and see Jamie's boyfriend, Luke, walking towards us with some of Harry's friends. I pull away from Harry, standing when Harry does. I stand next to him, noticing how much contempt was written all over his features. As he stops in front of us, Harry steps in front of me, blocking me from their view.

"Hey Berman, how're you and that freak doing? I hear that she's been going around and trying out different guys, if you know what I mean." Luke says, laughing.

"No, I don't know what you mean, because most of the time what comes out of your mouth is garbage." Harry answers, taking a step towards Luke.

I grab his arm, trying to keep him from getting into any trouble, especially because of me. I see one of Harry's friends behind Luke, and look at him for help. He avoids me, looking at Harry instead. He steps up, going to talk to Harry, but his words don't help.

"Come on Harry, I know you're new here, but you can't actually be attracted to someone like her. She's just a slutty bitch who lied about being raped, she just wants the attention. She doesn't really like you Harry. Aren't you tired of being treated like her?"