fragile [h.s] (on hold for now)

chapter one

jennifer

"What the hell are you talking about mom?!" I screamed over the phone, voice filled with rage.

"I'm talking about the fact that I found weed in your room! Even though you're in college, doesn't mean you can fucking smoke weed because you don't live at home! And for God's sake, why the hell would you leave it at home?!" She snapped back.

I was confused. I was confused as hell. I have never smoked weed a day in my life. I have no idea what the hell she's talking about, and nor will I ever.

"That's not mine." I bit back. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I held them back with everything in me. "Why don't you ever believe me? If I told you it's not my weed, shouldn't you trust me? I promise you mom, I promise."

"We know how that went last time." she growled.

I snapped. Yes, I made a stupid mistake once. But no, I didn't think it would ruin my mom's trust forever. "You know what? Fine. Don't believe me. Just fuck off mom." I hung up the phone, continuing to pace around my small, closet like dorm room.

I jumped on my bed, screaming as loud as I can into my pillow, multiple times.

This is why I'm glad I have a one-person dorm.

-

"Can I order a large cheese pizza, a side of cheezy sticks, and a two-liter of Pepsi?" I said to the local pizza joint worker, voice hoarse from screaming earlier.

"Sure! Your total is $19.45." The worker said a little too joyfully. I read him my card number and my address before hanging up the phone.

I was cuddled on the couch with a blanket. Maybe I could take a power nap...

-

"HELLO? PIZZA HERE!" A voice boomed, followed by pounding on the door. I shot up, looking at the clock across the room.

7:34 P.M.

Shit! I've been asleep for an hour! I ran to the door, unlocking the chain and ripping the door open, seeing a boy towering over me, with curly hair and piercing green eyes, fist in the air, ready to pound on the door. I looked down and saw he set the food and two-liter on the ground.

"Well that's rude..."I said, leaning on the door frame, crossing my arms, searching for his name, "...Harry."

He stood there, cheeks getting redder by the second. He looked fragile, like he could break. There's no way that loud voice came out of this fragile looking man. "I'm sorry miss, I didn't know what else to do." Suddenly, he stopped, eyes getting wide, and then saying quickly, "Please don't tell my boss, I really was just trying to get your attention, I could get fired. Oh my God. I could get fi-"

"Chill! I'm not going to 'tell on you'" I said using my fingers as quotation marks, chuckling.

His face flushed with relief. "Thank you miss. You don't have to give me a tip. It's alr-" He started, eyes widening, yet again. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into m-"

I lost concentration of what he was saying, I was paying more attention to the way the words flowed out of his lips. The way his tight ringlets tried to escape that dingy pizza hat. The best thing of all, were those angel-like eyes. They're beautiful. It looks like only a human worthy enough can have those eyes, and from the way he was acting, he did seem worthy enough.

"Uh, ma'm?" He said, waving his hands in front of me. I blinked, once I realized I was staring.

"Oh yeah, let me grab your tip." I said, turning, so he wouldn't see the blush rising on my cheeks.