The Tutors Lessons |HS|

Chapter 47

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"That wasn't necessary Harry!" she cries as we walk out of the school building.

"He was being a dick" I growl trying to catch up to her.

"He was just talking to me" she fires back.

Is she being serious?

I grip onto her wrist making her turn around but she doesn't meet my eyes.

"Look, I didn't hear exactly what he said to you but I saw how close he was to you and I didn't like it" I exclaim.

When she ran back to get her textbooks I found myself playing several games of Candy Crush waiting for her.

So I made my way into the school building to find her and my heart dropped when I saw her with Damon.

I surprisingly had some self control and stood from afar waiting for her to finish her conversation with the dick even though I wanted to eavesdrop so bad.

Within a few seconds I found him pinning her against the lockers violently and the next thing I knew Jas screaming, pulling me away from him.

I bruised the fucker bad but also found my top lip busted as Jas pulled me out of the school building.

It happened so quickly that I don't understand what was happening, Jas doesn't seemed to be as phased by the whole thing.

My eyes scan her face, she looks confused. I didn't mean to make her mad at me by beating that fucker up but if I wasn't there he would've hurt her!

"Let's just go" she finally says slipping out of my grip.

I let out a frustrated sigh before following her down the road.

The silence between us is awkward as we make our way to her house, I don't walk beside her but stroll behind her and watch.

My hoody is baggy on her and reaches down her thighs, I watch her legs move in sync as she walks down the gloomy road.

Once we arrive at her house luckily everyone is eating in the dining room so we don't have to deal with any questions about my wound.

I follow her up the stairs and walk into her room, I sit on her bed and kick my boots off as I wait for her.

Jas appears at the door with a first aid kit.

"You didn't need to" I sigh.

She doesn't answer.

She takes a seat beside me on the bed and gently dabs on my bruised lip, it stings.

I wince as she wipes off the dried blood and she her eyes finally lock with mine.

"Sorry" she apologises, I feel like she's not just apologising about my lip (which I don't really give a fuck about) but about the whole situation.

And that's enough to make me relax, that she finally made some sort of verbal interaction with me is more than enough.

She softly applies some sort of ointment before packing away it all away.

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JAS P.O.V.

I finally finish him off by applying the ointment on his lip before packing everything away.

I did notice his eyes on me the entire time but couldn't find the courage to look up.

I need to think this through and I can't do it with Harry around me.

It's already half past seven.