My legs were frozen in place as my mom stormed into the room my dad and I were staying in.
Her heels clicked loudly on the wood flooring, but no noise emitted from her mouth; I was sure her thoughts were going at a hundred miles per hour though.
She doesn't acknowledge either of our presences and marches right past the couch where I stood beside Dad.
All the while, only one thought was in my mind.
Get to Harry.
Due to the silence my mother gave us, I took it as an opportunity to leave the house and take Harry up on his offer of hanging out. I really wanted to see him, and I really wanted to get out of the house. A win-win combo.
"Be careful Shayne. Don't do something stupid." I turn and nod to my dad, who obviously knew where I was going and who I was going to see.
Before I'm out the door, I grab my phone out and dial Harry's number.
"Is everything alright?" He answers my call on the first ring and immediately is asking about why I hung up so suddenly.
"Yeah, I think so. My mom is pissed, but she didn't talk to me. Anyways, I wanted to get away, and..."
"I'll come pick you up." He answers my question that I didn't even have time to finish.
I whisper a thanks and hang up before walking out into the fall air. The fact that I was about to see Harry was terrifying, both in good ways, and bad ways.
The last thing I want is to have feelings for Harry; in any way. He practically hates me, and I'm pretty sure he's only agreeing to be my 'boyfriend' so he can be popular. God these things sound so childish, but I can't help feeling them.
IN a mix of emotions, I feel tears stings my eyes and soon roll over my cheeks. I find my way to the edge of my sidewalk and sit down, feeling overwhelmed with so many things.
I find myself thinking over last year and how excited I was for my senior year. Everything was perfect. I'm going to a good school, good grades, and too many friends to keep up with, yet now, it's like everything is becoming fuzzy.
"Dear God, why me...?" I feel more tears fall as if the first one was a gate leading to many more. I wasn't even sure why I was crying now, too many things were wrong in my life to pin point just one cause for the water-works.
I hear the crunching of gravel under tires and snap my head up. I wipe away tear residue and get to my feet, moving over to his truck.
His windows were rolled down when I approached, and his hair was unruly I assume from the wind.
"Thanks..." I say awkwardly as I open the door and climb in, suddenly smelling his overpowering scent of cologne and mint.
"Yeah. What happened...?" He asked as if he were treading on a sensitive subject. I didn't mind talking about my mom, but I definitely didn't bring it up over dinner.
"Just...overwhelmed." I say, looking to his stunning green eyes. His whole appearance changed due to a simple acknowledgment of my feelings for him, it was almost as if he became ten times more attractive and plain sexy.
"Well, if you want to unload, I'm here." My heart yearned to believe him, but I felt like it was just a line in a script he uses to get woman.
I nod as his truck pulls out of the driveway and starts down the road.
I didn't know exactly what I was doing with him, but it was almost like I was released from my stress and suddenly was free.
For the moment, at least.
...
My eyes flashed open as the blaring of my alarm clock went off. I sat up suddenly and looked at the time.
It was Monday. First day that Harry and I will 'date' at school with people knowing about it.
I wonder how long I'll let this go on until James falls for me...or hates me...or when my heart can't take anymore.
I wonder how he's going to act around me at school, or if it'll be the exact same as he was before.
Whatever happens, I have to get to school to see it.
My legs fall out of my bed and onto the cold floor and make their way to my closet.
As I'm throwing on a shirt, I hear a buzzing from my phone and rush over to it. It was Harry.
"Hello?" I attempt to make my voice sound... 'not-morning' if that's a thing, but my voice only came out even raspier than normal.
"Hey sweetheart. I'm coming to pick you up in five minutes, be ready." Before I have any time to react, he hangs up and I find myself scrambling to put on pants and do my hair.
When I went to his house yesterday, I realized that he only lived ten minutes away, it was a short distance for me. So he offered to drive me to school to help people believe that we were dating, I agreed, but I hadn't thought that he'd pick me up so early in the morning.
My feet race downstairs where I grab a water bottle and my backpack and head out to wait for Harry.
Way to be considerate of my time...
I sit on my patio for a couple of minutes until I hear the roar of Harry's truck come zooming down the road and screeching to a stop by my driveway. My legs slowly trudge up and over to his truck where I see his face clearly through the rolled-down windows.
His hair is tangled into a brown mop on his head and his eyes seem to be a darker shade of emerald as they were yesterday.
Just seeing him in this state made my heart race.
Stop being stupid Shayne. He's an asshole... You're an asshole, Shayne.
"Come on, I don't have all day." I flash my eyes up to meet his as he smirks at me in his devilish manner.
"Oh shut up." I mumble as I climb into his truck, which by the way, smelled strong of mint.
As soon as my seatbelt is fastened, he zooms off onto the road, causing the dirt we were driving on to fly around the windows – fogging them slightly.
"How can you see out of this?" I ask, slightly worried by the tan layer over the front windshield.
He chuckles a little and leans his elbow on the center console, failing to answer my question. The answer means nothing now as I can't tear my eyes from his forearm which was peeking out from his quarter length sleeves on his tee shirt.
I imagine his arms around my waist or neck and then quickly snap out of it once I realize how stupid I was being.
My eyes avert to the passing trees to distract myself.
I think about how he's going to sell the fact that we were 'dating' now. Would he be any different? Or would he simply be the same ole' Harry I know and hate... My heart so badly wants to ask what the lines would be, but I didn't want to seem like a prude to assume that there are lines...There are lines, though.
"Thanks for doing this..." I mumble, hoping he'll bring up the subject on his own.
I look over to him to see his reply simply being a nod in my general direction. I assume that's all he'll 'say' so I leave it alone.
The rest of the ride is silent, and it was making the upcoming day even more terrifying. As we pulled into the school parking lot, it came to my attention that we were right at the time when most of the students got to the school, despite his early arrival and illegal speeds down the roads. We were right on time.
