𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

2. The Library

{AN: There is mention of suicide in this chapter}

It's been a month since both the presentation, the party, and just the overall chaos that has entered her life recently. Lily and Blaise had been working on getting his grades up and keeping them that way. The rumors about his mom and him, in general, have been growing and spreading rapidly. Even the papers had started to talk about the Zabini Family. Today, a huge party was happening, so Lily would let Blaise have a day off. She knew he needed a break, she wanted to gather work for him to do the next day. They never talked about their personal lives with each other but Lily was beginning to like Blaise as a person, more than just the hot guy from her classes.

During Astronomy class, that day, the teacher, Aurora Sinatra, reserved a classroom for all of the students to study for the biggest exam of their school careers. Lily's desk was sat diagonally from Blaise's desk, and she would occasionally steal a glance up at him. He had his nose in one of the many books he made fun of her for reading, and she smiled at him. Hermione leaned over and tapped Lily's shoulder to get her attention.

Hermione whispers, "Anna, you just smiled at Blaise Zabini..." her features look confused and worried all at the same time. "Are you two?" she gestures something to Lily and she shakes her head rapidly.

"No, I'm tutoring him for this exam and helping him get his grades up. I've just never seen him read a book before," Lily whispers back. Someone checks Lily's shoulder but when she turns all she sees is Blaise opening a folded piece of paper and then crumbling it into a ball placing it into his robe pocket. She looked over at him confused, he looked over at her and her headshot back to her papers.

The book that he was reading was one of the many books he called her lame for reading. Once he hid a book from her when she dozed off during one of their late-night study sessions. He always knew how to get under her skin and it pissed her off, there was no way that he didn't do it on purpose. She wanted to know if he knew what he was doing to her, she liked him, but she didn't know how to tell him. She glanced up at Blaise once again and noticed his leg bouncing. She didn't know he had anxiety, this opened a whole other perspective of him.

Lily herself had anxiety, on occasion she would have major panic attacks. They started after her parents died when she was four years old. The beach cottage is the only way for her to feel calm and not flip her lid. She has lots of medications that help with all of her mental and physical education. Her aunt was not just a maid but she also had a medical degree that didn't get her anywhere. Lily never knew what triggered her attacks as a child but she had an idea it had to do with her birth parents.

Lily headed to the library once everyone left to go to the party. She thought she was alone so she hummed as she worked on some helpful study guides for Blaise to work on the following day since the biggest exam of the year was coming up and she wanted him to feel good about himself. She noticed his behavior in Astronomy earlier and she didn't know what was going on but in some way she wanted to help him. If the only way to help him was to tutor him so his grades rose and stayed high then so be it. She went to grab a book near the back when she heard something coming from the lounge area of the library.

"Hello? Who's back there?" she called out gently, she didn't want to startle whoever was back there. She suddenly turned the lights on in the lounge which revealed Blaise who quickly wiped his eyes. She looked at him with a worried look on her face. "Blaise? What's going on?" He shakingly pulls the note out of his pocket and shows her. She sat down beside him and took the note from him. Opening the folded piece of paper, she began to read the note.

'Sup loser,

Next time we have a class you should jump off the top of the tower. No one will miss you, you're fucking pathetic. Your mom is a murderous whore, you're both worthless.'