Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

Chapter 27

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[Bella] :

Its been a day since my confession for Harry. It was not a very revealing one but it hit a touching spot for me. For him maybe. I have not tried to start a conversation about it again. I was not ready to be heartbroken.

Besides Zayn is still my boyfriend. He is too good for me. I do not even know why I am doing this to him. My dad had made a mistake sending me here. I made a mistake by letting myself fall for Harry. I knew he would never be here to catch me.

But I am still curious about how he feels about me ? Does he feel love ? Like ? Anything that could spark hope into my lost soul ? He looked so lost in his thoughts lately. Not the careless Harry I have grew to know.

I wanted to question him. I wanted to know what was going on with him. Curiousity is eating me alive and I can do nothing about it.

Zoning out into a class was never my thing, but here I came to the terms of being in another world and not giving much attention to the words that hold my future.

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. I felt watched. Like pairs of eyes are watching me in a intensive manner. I looked around me, everything seems normal as the teacher is going on with her lesson. Students are with her. And nothing is out of the path.

I tried focusing on the lesson that I almost forget I was taking. Jake was sitting right next to me. Something about him makes me suspicious. I trust him but a feeling in me telling me to not. I ignored it anyway. Jake is a good guy. I would not doubt this.

Once the class was over, I gathered my belongings and slipped my bag then started walking. For the first time in two monthes Jake did not follow behind. And I was shocked. Mostly that I was really desperate to talk to him. And it was obvious that I wanted to. Anyway he might have important things to do with his life than hearing my mixed, fucked up feelings.

I just decided on going to get coffee since my next lesson is still an hour after. I sat on a table, not bothering to look at any person in the coffee. Before I can order anything I decided on going to the bathroom. I feel awful and I need to check up. My feet guided me to where the bathroom located, before I push the door open to step in.

The view that was infront my eyes was unbelievable, I felt like a track had hit me right on the feelings. My lips parted, my eyes were too fast to have tears gathering into them. Harry got away from the brunette that had her bare leg placed over his torso. He was ready to fuck her.

He gulped as I see his throat moving into his neck. Obviously he was too shocked to see me here finding him in a shameless position. I pushed my hair out of my face, taking steps back not removing my eyes from him as I reach for the door handle.

"Bella, wait I can explain." He yelled after me, but I took the moment for my sakes as I run. He followed after me. People are watching the dramatic scene before their eyes as always.

I intended going into a closed place where no one can see me. And I hoped he would not follow. Because it will not be great. Like it ever has.

I stood, looking at everywhere possible. Its all walls. I let out a painful, inhuman scream. Punching the wall with a fisted hand. Blood started coming out from my hand but I could care less right now. I knew I should not be jealous. He made it pretty clear he does not feel anything about me. And he probably does not give two fucks if I saw him or not.