Fate [h.s]

Chapter 21

I walk into math class late today. Bags under my eyes and hair a rats nest. I still have my pajamas on from last night but I put on a bra before I left. I notice stares as soon as I walk in. I stop like there's a spotlight on me, but I ignore it and keep walking. Right now I don't care what people think of me. The worst of my life is happening to me right now. I wish it wasn't right now though. I'd rather it be in 10 years or 20 years. Really never.

When I get up to my chair I see Harry staring at me. Probably confused why I look the way I do right now.

"Are you okay?" He asks. Yeah I'm fine, I just look like I was just ran over by a car, but yeah I'm okay.

"Perfect..." I shake my head, "What does it look like?"

"Jeez, sorry. What's wrong?" The concerned look in his eye makes me want to just kiss him hard but I cant, one I'm in the middle of class and two he's not mine to just kiss.

Professor Hughes walks up to me, "Lili, Why are you so late?" He doesn't look mad, in fact he looks a little worried. I hate when people just think of me as a goodie-goodie that would never skip class. I wouldn't but I hate assumptions.

I sigh, "I slept in a little." I lie. I was up all night. Thinking about my future. What my life was going to be like without my mother. I had no clue what to picture since all my life my mothers been in it.

"Okay, just don't do it again."

I nod my head and he walks away.

My make up from yesterday is smeared all under my eyes really showing off my bags. I should be embarrassed but honestly I couldn't care less.

Harry repeats himself, "What's wrong?"

I put one hand on my head and the other in the air stopping him from saying more, "God, I don't want to talk about it right now."

Before I wanted to have someone I could go to and vent, but now I just want to be alone in my own misery. I don't like anything that's happening in my life so why bring others into it?

"I do." His eyes look straight at mine, even though I totally avoid his.

I remove my hand from my head to wipe my eyes. The night of no sleep is really starting to take a tole now,

"Did you sleep at all last night?" he asks.

Why is he so f'ing interested in what is happening.

"No! Why do you care!" I whisper yell.

He doesn't give me a look surprisingly. He probably knows it's got something to do with my mom since two days ago she had a seizure. I hope he doesn't bug me for the rest of class. I wont tell him, and if he keeps asking, Ill ask to get my seat changed. I'm not interested in being interviewed by judgmental Harry.

"I don't care... I'm just wondering" My eyes widen because I heard the hesitation of I don't care. He does care he just doesn't want to admit it.

"Well you should just stop wondering" I pull out my packet from my book bag and attempt to focus on that, not my interview.

His hand grips my thigh. I jump at the unexpected touch. My hand grabs his and pushes it off. I'm not in the mood for playing around.

He quickly puts it back on there and squeeze. Now when I try and remove it he doesn't budge.

"Harry please get off." I attempt to get him off. It doesn't work. His hand is firm and in place.

"I can help you, though"

I roll my eyes for the millionth time these last two days. I'm so depressed I've never had such an attitude.