Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Seventeen

Harry’s Point of View:

“Why did you burn down your school?”

I couldn’t believe that those words had just come out of her mouth; how could she possibly know that? I never told anyone about that and even if I did, Jaycee would be the last person to know about that. If she were someone different, I knew myself – I would have snapped. I tried to stay calm though, for her sake. Gritting my teeth together, my jade eyes looked over her shoulder, subconsciously focusing on the life that was going on behind her. There was no possible way to even reply to that because honestly, what can I possibly say? There was hardcore evidence that ‘proved’ that I had set the school on fire. Cops got copies of my handprints at the scene and I could say that I was ‘at the wrong place at the wrong time’ as much as I wanted, but at the end of the day – I’m seen as guilty.

“You should go.” I warned her, noticing how hard it was for me to even speak. My throat was so tightened up from the constant thoughts running through my mind. I was incredibly tense from the toe up and I knew that was because it’s been so long since I’ve talked about this.

Jaycee’s hazel eyes were glued to me and how did I know this? Because I could feel her steady stare. She was becoming fearless with me and I knew that she wouldn’t leave. Instead of being that shy, quiet girl that I met a couple of weeks ago, she was much more – involved with me. No one has ever been so involved the way that Jaycee has become.

I watched as the petite girl took a daring step towards me. There was not even a bit of hesitance in the way she walked. “Harry,” her words came out, much more calm than I had ever expected.  Reluctance took its toll and I looked away from her, every bit of myself felt guilty even though I knew I wasn’t. My teeth gritted together and small hums escaped from my lips. This shouldn’t have even been mentioned. Out of nowhere, I felt her small, frail hand touch the edges of my shoulder. Instead of moving away, much like I wanted to, my eyes just dropped down to the hand that rested so calmly on me. It was odd – I was becoming much more used to her touch, but only hers. “I want to know, please – tell me.”

“Why do you want to know? What would you knowing do for me? What happened – happened. Okay?” With a snarling tone, I replied to her. Her eyes widened a little, but she wasn’t fearful. I’ve gathered enough about her to know when I truly scare her. Right now, she pitied me. She didn’t have to say it, but I knew that she felt sorry for me. Or maybe she was fronting, but I wasn’t too positive. “Fine, fine. You’re right – I can’t do anything for you, but I just – “with a fragile exhale, she ran her slim fingers through the darkest depths of her thick black hair. “I want to know, Harry. You’ve lied to me from the moment I meant you, and I’ve told you everything you wanted to know. I even trusted you with things I wasn’t supposed to, so why can’t you show me the same respect? Why do I have to find out on the internet about what you did or who –“

In between her yelling, I stopped her there. No one would understand the utter hindrance I felt running along in my system. Jaycee had the nerve to actually look me and my case up on the internet? “Wait – you mean to tell me you – Googled me?!” I was no longer quiet or calm or whatever I was trying to be not too longer ago – I was furious. That was it – every bit of thought that I had in Jaycee Fiscella was ruined. It blew my mind that she literally took the time to just look up things (that probably weren’t even accurate) and come here, bombarding me with questions like I owed her that luxury.

Staying quiet, the pale girl stood before me. Her big, almond shaped eyes sunk to the ground and her lips pursed together, being guilty from the fact that she was caught. Anger filled my bones and it was hard for me to even stand being by her. I don’t know what I was so angry about though – I knew I was innocent. Maybe it was the fact that she invaded my privacy, but then again – maybe it was something else. Maybe it was the fact that she discovered my past. I’ve tried to keep enough of it from her for so long – it was only a matter of time for her to find out. “Harry, let me explain,” Jay’s voice finally cracked, leaving her unable to keep control of her speech as she did before. With a shoeing of my hand, I shook my head and abruptly turned away from her. Everything in me was filled with rage, but I couldn’t find myself to leave the girl behind.