Eighteen | H.S. |

t w e n t y n i n e

Sarah POV

What the hell just happened? Harry just walked away, so emotionless. So unlike him.

"So..is Harry your boyfriend?" The guy ask.

"Ex," I sigh. "He's my ex boyfriend." I sit next to him on the bed. He has glasses. He's actually really cute, with his white pearl teeth and perfect hair. I think he's Italian, but I'm not sure.

"Oh," He smiles at me. "He looked pretty jealous. I mean like really jealous."

"Yeah," I say and rest my back against the wall. "What's your name anyways?"

"Kenneth." He sends me that smile again. "And yours?"

"Sarah." I twirl a strand of my hair in between my fingers. I look at him, we both look very awkward.

"So.."

"What do you want to do for the next seven minutes?" I ask.

"I don't know. Talk."

"No. I don't want to talk. Because if I talk it reminds me of Harry and I don't want to think about him." I breath and he nods.

"Sex."

"No, I can't do that." I say and he agrees.

"I can't have sex with someone I just met."

"Kiss me." I say and he looks confused. "Kiss me, take my mind off of things." He understands now.

He leans in and I grab his collar pulling him closer to me. Placing my hands on his neck. All I can think about is how this should be Harry.

.....

After seven minutes, Kenneth and I go back to the group. I almost feel guilty for kissing Kenneth and Blake in the same day with Harry knowing, but whatever. They keep playing while I talk to Kenneth. Then something catches my eye. Harry gets picked then a girl. She has brown hair that's straight and long. I watch that sexy smirk cross Harry's face. I feel a pang in my chest and I feel something I've honestly never really felt. Hurt.

They disappear into the room and I zone everything out. I don't know what just happened in so confused. This is so unlike Harry. Now I job how he feels. He felt hurt, jealous and betrayed. And that's exactly how I feel.

"I'm sorry." I suddenly say. "What did you say Kenneth?"

"Oh, I said, you in my chemistry class right."

"Yeah," I said even though I don't know if I'm actually in his class.

"Your out of it. What's wrong?" His voice full of concern.

"I don't know. My heart hurts, emotionally." I tell him and he nods.

"Your hurt. By Harry." He says and I nod. I feel terrible for making Harry feel like this. I hate this feeling it sucks.

...

Harry comes out of the room, first. Then the girl follows. They're both sweating.

No.

No

No

This cannot be happening. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He had sex with this girl. His eyes meet mine. "You were great!" He plants a girl on the girls lips and I flinch. He smirks at me and I feel hot tears slide down my face.

"I think I'm sick." I tell Kenneth.

I stand up and sprint to the bathroom. I kneel down in front of the toilet and start to vomit. After, I collapse onto the ground and start to sob into my hands. Kenneth comes and put his arms around me and I bury my head in his chest.