My Principal. (H.S.)

Chapter 7

A wave of shock washes through me as I finally arrive home, shutting my front door and locking it, abruptly tripping on my own feet. I curse, throwing my book bag onto the couch ; I gasp for air as though I have not breathed for hours.

I can't wrap my head around the fact that he kissed me, Harry kissed me.

 Not only that.. It's that I kissed back, quite quickly. I could not resist the smoothness of his plump lips, and I couldn't deny that I enjoyed his lips latched on my neck, sucking and as goose bumps raised on my skin.

I walk over to the mirror too see how I look after this.. Experience.

I grab my hair brush and I begin to brush out the tangles and knots out my long brown hair ; as I do so, I notice dark red circles on the side of my neck. I run a hand through my hair as I see the love bites on my neck, my fingers brush against the love bites ; I tug on my bottom lip.

I'm dumbfounded as the memories flood my head ; why would Harry kiss me? Why me? I thought he had a strong dislike for me.

I'm dazed by his revelations, of his liking of me.. Wait, does he like me?

I stagger out of the washroom, nearly stumbling as I make my way towards my room. I walk into my room ; plopping myself on my bed.

Questions race through my mind as I scroll through my contacts, quickly pressing 'Patrick'.

"Hello?" He answers.

I explain to Patrick of what happened, telling him about my feelings, my mixed emotions about Harry and all he does is gasp as he takes all of this insane information in. I would be shocked too.

"I thought you hated him?" Patrick asks, confused.

"I did.. Well, no. I didn't," I say, "I don't know what I feel." I sigh.

"What was the kiss like?"

It was.. Incredible, I was astonished, he knew exactly what he was doing. His lips were so soft, and the way he placed wet kisses on my sweet spot, and the way he sucked on the sweet spot on my neck. It's like he already knew my body, and my body responded in a such a way I can't explain.

"It was rememberable" I respond.

After chatting more about Harry and what the 'consequences' are, I decide to end the conversation.

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I look at Phil and nod as he talks about our math test today, he is explaining how nervous he is and how Ms. Tina is giving him a 'hard time'.

I watched as he pushed back his dark brown hair from his forehead, freeing and showing his emerald vision of obstruction. He gives me a soft smile as his height dwarfed mine; he is much taller than me. Come to think of it, everybody is taller than me, dang it. I reassure him that everything will be fine and the test will go smoothly.

"You will do great, I promise Phil." I soothe him, patting his back.

Phil lingers for a few moments before opening his arms.

"Thank you, give me a hug." Phil says playfully demanding.

"Course." I nod shyly, moving in closer for Phil to wrap his arms around me. A small giggle was squeezed from me, his hold playfully tight.

Phil drew a deep breath, as though he was inhaling the scent of my shampoo ; his arms release me.

Phil gives me a small smile before walking away, I pause ; shutting my locker.

I walk towards my last class, sighing.

I am terrified of seeing Harry , I don't know what he's going to say, if he's going to kiss me again or tell me off.

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After handing in my poster board and paragraph Mr. Paul seemed quite pleased that I handed in more work than the typical high school student. I finish reading 'The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.' When class is finally over, I had time to catch up on my reading since everybody else was scrambling and freaking out to finish up and top off their posters and paragraphs, me on the other hand was done ahead of time. I don't really have a social life ; I tend to have a lot of time to do homework and extra homework.

I walk down the hall and something catches my eye, I get a glimpse of Sasha getting picked on by these four girls.

Fear in Sasha's eyes as the girls laugh and take a strand of her ginger hair, lifting it up, then letting it fall.

"What is this colour? It is absolutely dreadful, you are such a loser." The brunette giggles, nudging the blonde girl beside her.

All of the color from Sashas face is completely drained, she looks terrified. 

I despise these girls, they always pick on her and I always have to tell them to fuck off but they don't want to listen. Sasha doesn't even do anything wrong either.

"Seriously though, you can lose a few pounds." The girls chuckle, pointing and laughing at the crying girl.

Anger builds up in me like a mountain, I clench my teeth, walking towards them.

"Leave her the fuck alone." I say, quickly catching the four girls attention along with a terrified Sasha.

"What are you going to do? Hm? You bastard child." The one red head snickers.

"Yeah, no wonder why your dad left your pathetic little family." The blonde laughs, acting as though my pain and my family's burden is such a hilarious joke.

"You use my parents divorce as hurtful words? Guess what sweet hearts, I live in the real world, this right here." I circle my hands in front of me, "this is reality, and you bitches never last." I say,  anger consuming me ; I clench my fist tightly, punching one of the blondes directly in the face.

She screams after I pull my arm back, I look at Sasha and give her a small nod with a welcoming, warm smile. Sasha smiles softly then walks off, with her books.

I chuckle and use my heel to turn around to see .. Harry.

"My office, now."

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Authors note.

Sorry it's small!

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