Settle down

Chapter 21

Harry's P.O.V

Just as I'm drifting off to sleep I'm awakened by the door opening loudly. I look towards the door and see someone. Someone with crazy hair and baggy clothes. Someone with red eyes and a worried look. Lola. She does not look well, but she still somehow manages to look beautiful.

"How nice of you to join us ms.Gilbert." Mr.Messina says to Lola. She blushes and looks embarrassed. What the hell is wrong with him? Can't he see that she is stressed. She's never been late before! He doesn't have to be such a dick!

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Messina." She says quietly. She's too nice.

"Take a seat." He rudely dismisses her. She scans the class room and when her eyes reach mine, they go black. Oh crap. She still hates me. She walks over to the seat next to mine, sighs and sit down.

What do I do? Should I say anything? What should I say? Ugh, I hate that she makes me nervous.

"Gosh Lola. You look horrible" I manage to say. Why did I say that. I bet she woke up this morning and feared anyone would comment on her looks. Why do I have to be the one to hurt her so much? I'm so stupid.

"Thank you" She silently say. I feel so bad for her. Her voice is raspy and I can hear that it hurts when she speaks. She doesn't say anything else.

"You shouldn't be here. You should go home and get well." Shit, that slipped. I sounded like a softie. She makes me a softie. What am I thinking? She looks at me like I said something weird, which I did.

"What?"

"I said you should go home. You look awful and no one wants to look at that a whole day. Don't be so selfish." I look away. What the hell did I just say to her. Who messed me up so badly? I'm fine with being rude to other people, but now I'm hurting her, I can see it.

"What did I ever do to you? She asks. She's right. What did she do to me. I wonder the same thing. She made me feel guilty for being mean, she somehow made me jealous by talking to other guys and now she's made me mentally ill.

Lola's P.O.V

He doesn't answer my question and I don't say anything else to him. I've never been so mad at anyone and I can't even reply with something mean because I know that whatever he responds with will hurt me more than before.

When the class is over I quickly pack up mu things and leave the class room and I don't even look at Harry anymore that day.

I feel like crap physically and mentally when I leave the school building. All I want to do right now is go home, curl up in a ball in my room and sleep forever. I think that's what I'll do actually.

Just as I'm about to get into my car Tim comes running towards me.

"Hey Lola?" He shouts from a few meters away. He comes closer and when he's by my car I answer him.

"Hey Tim. What's up?" I say, but I don't really care. I just want to leave.

"Wow Lola. You don't sound too well, are you okay?" He asks with compassion in his voice.

"I will survive.... I think." I force a smile.

"Well I don't want to bother you too much, but I have some good news that I think you want to hear." If he can cheer me up, I'll hug the man. Not too tempting because I'm not in a hugging mood, but if he manages to make me think about something else than my head ache that's worth a hug.

"Oh, give it to me." I say curiously.

"My boss was about to call you, but I told her that I wanted to tell you myself......"

"Go on..." I say. Is he saying what I want him to say?

"You got the job!!!!!" He shouts in my face. YES he did!

"WHAT!? Are you kidding?!?" I'm keeping my promise and I hug him.

"Oh my god, that's amazing!" I scream. I'm so excited. I really didn't expect to get the job or get it so quickly. This is so, aaaah, I don't even know.

"I know! You'll start next week monday. Hopefully you'll be feeling better by then. I've got to rush now, but I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Lola!" He says and walks away.

"Bye Tim, Thank you." I shout back at him. Yes! That definitely made me feel better.

I'm on my way home and I feel slightly better than this morning. However, I don't think it's a very good idea for me to be driving, because I'm about to fall asleep. Luckily there's only about five more minutes of driving until I'm home.

I walk through the doors and meet my parents and Dora in the hall. They are all fancy dressed and I search my mental calendar after something I've missed. What date is it? Monday october 13. What's happening monday 13th of october? Right! Fuck!

The charity gala!

"Lola? Where have you been? Why haven't you answered your phone?" My mother says to me with a stressed tone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I completely forgot that the gala was tonight!" I don't know what to say and I really don't feel like going.

"That's okay sweetie, I know you are not feeling to well." She smiles at me and I calm down. Phew, maybe they didn't count with me. Thank god. If I would have to go to that thing I would kill myself. We're going to this gala every year and this year (thankfully) someone in our state is hosting it. Other years we have had to travel rather far to get there.

"Lola, what are you waiting for? Go and get dressed! We're going to be late!" She says. What? No, no, no!

"But, mom I..." I don't get to finish

"No, Lola! You're coming. This gala is not for our sake. I've laid out a dress on your bed. Go put in on. Hurry!" Shit! I walk to my room and look at the bed. Okay, for once that is not the most hideous dress I've ever seen. Last year I had to wear something that looked to be from the 50s and I did not look pretty in it.

I don't have time to think about how I feel. I get into the dress that is knee length and baby pink with a black lace around the waist. I quickly do my makeup and before I run to the rest of my family I grab some pain killers and put them in my bag. I'm gonna need those tonight.

"Thank god you're done Lola. Your father and Dora is in the car already." She's sitting on a bench in the hall looking at her watch. It's like she's counting seconds. My mother does not dislike many things, but she hates tardies or just the thought of being late to something. Because of this we are almost always first to everything.

I get into my dirty vans and I'm about to get out the door when my mom stops me again.

"Missy, you are not wearing those disgusting shoes to the gala." She looks at me with serious eyes.

"But I don't have anything else..." I lie. I have way to many pair of shoes that my mom has gotten me, but honestly, I hate them all.

"Don't be silly. I went into your wardrobe and picked out these for you." A content smile spreads across her face. Oh she must be enjoying this. She's holding a pair of white heals out to me. They're nice I suppose, but I'm more of a flats kind of girl. I don't wear heals. Like ever. However, my mom's stubborn and she eventually forces me into the shoes and we're off.

This is going to be a long night.