Relentless Love

The Next Morning

  Waking up was the usual routine: Shower, get dressed, and go down to make breakfast. But this morning was different. I constantly thought of Harry. How different  he was, How mysterious. How charming. I glanced at the clock and decided now was the time to venture on to the bus stop. There was another empty seat in the back of the bus, so thankfully I quickly took it. When I sat down, I put my ear buds in so I could block all the things that flash and his friends say to me. The bus came to a jolt, and I looked out the window just to see - not the school. We were somewhere else, somewhere different. Whatever. I sure didn't care, I mean it's delaying school so that's a good thing. I felt the spot next to me on the seat sink in, and to my surprise, it was Harry, and he gave me that smile again. My face was burning red, and my stomach was doing flips. I didn't know what to do, so I just adjusted my glasses and turned away to look out the window. I was soon disrupted by a tap on my shoulder, and then I decided that I probably wouldn't be able to listen to music now, so in a huff, I took out my ear buds and wrapped them around my ipod. I felt Harry watching my every move so I decided to break the tension and talk to him. "What." I said with a friendly tone. "Well good morning to you too!" I apologized for not greeting him, then returned looking out the window. "Hey why don't you ever talk to me? In the two days that I've known you, you've probably just spoken a sentence to me." Our eyes locked as soon as I turned to him, and it's almost as if he looked so deep into them that he knew all my secrets and fears. Almost as if he unraveled everything about me in those few seconds. Almost as if he was the reader and I was the book. "I told you that I'm not the person you want to hang out with. In fact you shouldn't even be seen with me. I'm a joke, and your new here. I don't want you to be another target." I mumbled the last bit, but Harry heard it loud and clear. "I don't care about what people think of me, and neither should you. Who cares if I'm a target? You have such a welcoming, and friendly face, and I really like that. I need nice and friendly. You're exactly the kind of person I want to hang out with Jade." I didn't even know what to think. What to feel. Harry wanted to be my  friend. He would be the first friend I've had since, well a very long time. "Well?" He said like an excited kid. I was suddenly speechless, and could only manage a big, goofy smile. "Yes."