For You I'll Be Superhuman

Chapter 7.5

Harry's POV

"Delaying my class again, Mr. Styles. Strike two, one more and I'm really sending you off to detention." His voice wasn't as strict as earlier, I'll tell you that. Honestly he looked impressed as if no one has ever stood up to that blonde girl before, or even stood up for the girl infront of me for that matter.

"Alright. Since we're out of time thanks to your new classmate, the song you'll do with your partner will be homework WITH musical accompaniment, I don't care with what. Deadline is next meeting, tomorrow 2pm. Understood? Very well. Dismissed. Get your class slips along your way out."

Everyone stood up and bolted to the door, grabbing their class slips along the way. It was like everybody couldn't wait to get out of there. I find myself feeling the same way, except it was like a stampede to the doorway. The girl infront of me was still on her seat. She was quite an odd one. Calm, composed. She wouldn't even look at me straight in the eye like every other girl would. I found myself smiling again. That's twice today. I didn't even know her name. 

My hand was half way to her shoulder when I felt my phone buzz from my pocket. I took it out and the next thing I knew I was mad at everything.

It was a picture sent by an anonymous number. In it was Cara, my girlfriend...

being photographed kissing another guy.

And that other guy was Josh Devine.

My mind suddenly went all topsy turvy and I couldn't think straight. Any minute I was gonna blow up and I needed to calm down.

I pulled my chair closer to the girl infront of me, "You alright?". She turned around slightly to face me halfway and looked at me quickly before looking away again. My face probably didn't hide the anger and disgust I felt, and she saw that. She half-heartedly smiles and answers, "Yeah." Her voice was like a soft whisper, "Thank you.." she added. I looked to the doorway and saw lesser people. I didn't wanna blow up infront of this girl. She seemed alright. I didn't want to let her see this mad side of me. So as if I didn't really care, I managed to utter, "Good." It came out rather stiffer than I thought. Then I stood up, grabbed my bag and headed on. Out the doorway and into the corridors. I didn't even dare look back at the girl's expression. I'm Sorry, a little voice in my head said. I winced away the guilt. Right now all I wanted was to smash something to pieces. 

Then probably kill myself.