Arthur's POV
Tess was right.Hell she's always right, even if she's mentally younger than me, she's always right when it comes down to things like emotions, handling them, feeling them.
Fuck. I really hurt her, didn't I? But it's for the best, "Ha! For the best." I laughed mirthlessly, slowly leaned onto the platform as the sounds ricocheted off the walls of the grand lecture room.
I tilted my head up to see the empty benches, repaying over and over again how it all played out in front of me moments ago. "Asshole." I called into the empty space.
When I finally pushed myself of the platform and out of the door it was already dark, I hurt her, like I really hurt her this time. Why did I say that? Why did I say it like that?
I found myself suddenly the School Council's dormitories. Why am I even here? I should go, no, I should stay, she wouldn't want to see me after that. But I need to apologise. Flowers. I should get flowers, friendly flowers. Apologetic flowers.
No. I need to get away, away away, I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't send some flowers, she'll misunderstand.
My mind kept racing and racing trying to think of what to do next, my body was following suit, pacing and pacing around.
"Hey asshole!"
I turned to the voice, "So you answer to 'Asshole', asshole!"
"Harry?" I questioned as as the boy marched towards me with his hands in his pockets, wait he knows what's happened, well, of course he does unless I've done something else wrong today.
"This doesn't concern you. Just let me go talk to Tess and-"
"What? Smooth things over? No. You've done enough hurt for one day, how about you crawl back to whatever bridge you came from and leave Tess alone." He said it suggestively, but his eyes expressed anything but.
With him only now a few feet away from me, "I know I messed up, so just let me-"
"What go talk to her? Trust me, Arthur, you've done enough taking today. Go back, we're done."
Fire quickly sparked up in every vein in my body, circling through and displacing my usual calm "No, we're not done. Who are you to even-"
"You're the one who left her," he stabbed his index finger hard into his chest, "You're the one who rejected her in the cruelest way possible." He stabs him again.
"Not me, that's who I am." He spat, his face was calm but the storm brewing in his eyes.
A part of him wants to leave it be and come back tomorrow but the other part, that part ends up deciding that he's not gonna leave this alone.
I felt my fist close, my nails digging into the palm on my hand, "You better walk away." I threatened.
"Or what? What you gonna do, huh?" He jabbed his finger into my chest again, "Nothing. Not because you won't, but because you fucking can't. 'Cause you know if you do, Tess won't forgive you." He stated.
"Not that that's the only reason she has to never speak to you again, if I were her, I would've left you alone and get on with my life, 'cause you're just a useless piece of muscle. Who can't even fathom or treasure what she feels for you!" He continued.
"Shut it." I spat, "You don't know what you're talking about."
"This lucky bastard," he announced in a surprised tone as if there were some else there with them, "you don't even know what you have. Let alone treasure it." He said coldly.
"So just fuck off." However before he could turn back, I felt my arm swing and the sting when my fist made contact with his cheek as I clocked him.
"See?" He spat his blooded saliva onto the floor, "Useless piece of muscle." He named, rubbing the red mark on his cheek, he turned his heel.
And without making even an attempt to face him, he commented quietly yet pointingly, "I don't know what she sees in you."
Leaving me there, with a sting in my fist in front of the dormitory. But what pained him more was that, he was right.
Author's Note
Hi. Long time no see. I've been stressed with exams and now I'm finally able to write something. Ik it was a short chapter but I think that's what I'm gonna do, make them short but progressive.
Anyways hoped you've enjoyed and see you when I see you. Cuz I really want a schedule, so yeah. Have a great Sunday and an even better week!
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