Save Your Soul

Part fourteen

- CHAPTER FOURTEEN -

He leaned low in his desk as he starred up to our teacher in front of the class.

"It's the first day... So I'll let you get away with being late," she mumbled to him with a smile.

His face remained emotionless as he glared up to her.

She walked away, puzzled.

The entire class starred over to him in awe.

They whispered to one another quietly.

I could see Harry's anger slowly building.

I didn't blame them for talking, because I was just as shocked as anyone.

Harry was the kid at school who was friends with everyone, and who was always either laughing or cracking the jokes himself.

Despise the speaking of students, he said nothing as he turned his head towards the class, observing everyone.

Many people turned their faces before he could catch their stares, but I continued to look.

His eyes brows stayed tense upon his face until his eyes caught mine.

His face washed in a humbled nature.

I didn't know what to do, and it seemed as if he didnt either.

I didn't smile, and he did just the same.

I felt myself understand his every move just by shortly connecting from across the room.

This was the first bit of contact we had with one another in two months.

He quickly turned his head to the front of the room again as he scribbled in his notebook.

I sighed to myself, looking down to my hands.

Our teacher began to speak, but I didn't bother to pay attention.

I could only think of Harry as I plotted on how I could get him to speak to me again.

I missed him for so long and I regretted everything that I had ever done yet again.

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After a long, pointless class the bell couldn't ring fast enough. The second it did I hopped out of my seat to catch Harry.

He slid out the door before I knew it.

I sighed to myself as a felt a few tears creep up on me.

I had lost him again.

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder.

"Is it true that you and Harry dated over the summer again?" Claire asked me, greedy for gossip.

"Um, kind of," I replied before walking away.

If I knew anything I knew that the story of me and Harry's recent history would spread like wild fire throughout my school.

Harry and I were everyone's "favorite couple" throughout our freshman year, and half of sophomore.

It wasn't until Harry cheated on me that the drama seriously started. There was not a soul who didnt know of the story about me and Harry's painful breakup.

I wished for more privacy during that time, but unfortunately neither of us got it.

I walked through the halls as my eyes scanned absolutely everyone.

Suddenly, I saw Harry's tall figure escape into the art room.

I held my breath as I glanced over to my schedule, praying that art was also my next class.

It was.

I walked towards the door quickly while taking a seat towards the back.

Harry saw me walk in, I know he did.

He just didnt bother to tell me hello.

I sometimes wonder why he never called, and I also wonder if he's mad at me.

Asking him would be simple, but getting the answers is the real challenge.

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My paint brush sat wearily upon a blank canvas as I glanced over to Harry's empty one.

His arms laid crossed upon his chest.

That angry expression still remained upon his face.

I saw a boy tap Harry's shoulder lightly just as I glanced over.

Harry turned his face towards him with a bit of rage.

"What's up with you man?" The boy asked with a laugh.

Harry shook his head as he looked down.

"Huh?" The boy insisted, tapping Harry's arm again.

Harry suddenly gripped the boys wrist roughly.

Frightened by his quick action, I jumped in my seat, managing to knock down a cup full of brushes.

Harry turned his face towards me just then.

I didn't feel embarrassed... I was far too disappointed to think of myself.

His eyes seemed to whisper a sorry over to me as our eye contact remained tense.

I looked down to the brushes upon the floor as I scrambled to grab them all.

The boy who Harry had just handled suddenly crawled up to me as he began to assist me in the gathering of fallen brushes.

"I'm Oliver," he mumbled shyly.

"Hi Oliver," I whispered," I'm Riley."

Suddenly a loud footstep triggered our heads to turning.

Above us stood Harry, and in his hand he held another paint brush.

He kneeled down to our level suspiciously.

"I could have helped her," he muttered with anger, turning towards Oliver.

I suddenly grew very angry.

"But you weren't here when I needed the most help," I shot back without hesitation.

He turned his eyes towards me.

I could feel the frustration he was experiencing.

"It's impossible to help someone who shuts you out," he replied before standing up.

He walked straight through the class and out the door.

I stood up and dusted off my hands while glancing towards my teacher.

She starred out the door with confusion.

"Should I get him?" She question towards me.

"No," I responded without a thought.

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