Changes

Chapter 8.

Still all eyes were directed to me, I shrug and wiped the dripping sweat from my forehead. Whatever had led me to think that I could do this had a sense of false hope. I was a nervous wreck, but I tried not letting it get to me by playing with the tips of my finger nails a habit of mine. Thinking of what should I say like secret and what lies. Wich is difficult because whenever I turn my head, there was faces waiting.

And then I finally gathered enough courage and looked up again. His hair was puched back and I wondered momentarily what kind of shampoo does he use to keep it like that.

I Licked my dry lips before starting, "I once stole some scissors at school when no one was in the class room." I said boldly and surely got some laughs from it. I think it's the first time I heard Harry laugh, really. His dimples were showing it was pretty distracting so I just looked down trying to gather my thoughts.

"I don't know how to swim." That was the truth. I'm terrified of the water, even when passing a bridge I always get so anxious like it might break so I usually try to avoid those at all cost.

The last one might as well make it easier for him. He doesn't even know me," I'm scared of the dark." Got over that fear by watching scary movies.

Harry without estimation answered in his usual deep british accent, " The second one, scared of water." The corner of his mouth twitched humorously.

What?! How did he know. My heart beat exelarated. I swallow at the way my throat tightens and skin goes warm. Knowing I'll have to do a dare. From all the the people it had to be him. Hopefully I'm wrong about Harry, maybe he will actually be nice enough to give me a pass. He knows the truth. It's ridiculous doing a dare Harry knows the truth he won.

Harry's eyes were still on me studying me and one of his hand playing with his mouth. Damn what's with his lips being so red. I shifted uncomfortably, dreading what will he say. Then he poured some alcohol in a cup slowly and swing it at me from the table and it landed right beside my ankles. I stared at him to comprehend what it is that he's emplying.

"Take a shot."

It took me a few seconds to understand him, three simple words but in his deep British accent I really had to concentrate. Because how he spoke it took so long to pronounce I'm not sure if that's how he usually speaks but right now listening to him made my head spin.

"I'm not drinking that." I said glancing up at him.

"Like I said she's too much of a do-gooder." The blonde girl next to Harry says raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. For sure got some hidden laughs from her comment.

"Excuse me?" I said looking at that skeleton. Anger rising throughout my stomach. Who is she? Calling me names since I came here, I've done nothing to her.

"Those people who go to church every Sunday, who do nothing but good and think they will be rewarded by that. You clearly seem like that." She said with such a nasty tone, flickering her long fake laches.

"I do go to church and I'm proud about that, there's nothing wrong by going there and not drinking is my choice." I said still angry but managed to keep my voice neutral as possible and sees the shaking of my hands by tightening the grip on my phone.

"Then your at the wrong place. Why are you even here? You clearly don't belong here."

I stare at the blonde girl in shock. "I.. I.." I can't forme any words. But just staring at her I regretted glancing at those green eyes just watching me he was smirking in the dark lit lights. Like he had all this planned I bet he knew I wasn't going to take the drink. If someone would have asked me if I was alright I think I would have passed out.