Bad Luck

Chapter 4

Valeria's POV:

"H-Harry?" I asked.

I was in complete shock. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I'm seeing what I think I am. Sure enough, right in front of me, was Harvee and Harry. Together. Harvee's signature rose lipstick was spread across Harry's lips. They had obviously been kissing.

I felt my eyes fill up with tears. I tried to hold them back, but they flooded in like a tsunami. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. By now the tears were streaming down my face while I simply stood there, flabbergasted.

How could I have been so stupid? Harry was only using me ever since the beginning. I could tell he was rude when I first met him. I thought he had changed, but obviously I was totally wrong. Harry's green eyes met mine. He began to walk over to me.

"Valeria," he said calmly,"this is not at all as it seems. I-I can explain."

"No, just get away!" I screamed as I ran out. I didn;t know where I was going, but I just ran. Fast.

Suddenly I caught sight of the door. There were no teachers out in the hallway. I didn't have any second thoughts about it. I ran out the door and began to run home.

I felt my legs get weaker and weaker with each step, but I used all the anger and resentment I had towards Harry and used it to push forward. The tears were still stinging my eyes.

As soon as I reached my house, I burst through the door and flopped onto the couch. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. I felt like a big tub of lard.

For the rest of the day, I listened to Ed Sheeran and ate ice cream while crying over what I had witnessed earlier. I couldn't show my face at that school again. I was too humiliated.

***

I looked at the clock and saw that school had ended about 20 minutes ago. What bothered me even more was that Harry hadn't bothered to call or text me. Did he even want me back? I sat in disappointment until I heard a knock at my door.

I quickly hopped up, hoping it was Harry. The anger from before had drained itself from my body, leaving nothing to for me to feel except lonliness now. I swung open the door, only to find to my disappointment, that it was not Harry, but Gabby. It must've shown on my face that I was expecting someone else, because as soon as we made eye contact she said-

"What? Are you too depressed to greet me?"

"Im sorry," I say, letting her in,'I just thought you were Harry is all.."

"Obviously. He's really sad about what happened earlier. You know he wouldn't talk to anyone at all. He avoided us for the whole day. He's really sorry, Valeria..."

"If he was truly sorry, he would be the one here right now and not you!" I snapped. She looked a bit hurt by my comment. I embraced her in a hug, muttering an,"I'm sorry..."

"Its fine," she said, releasing me from the hug,"I understand how tough this on you. And Harry does have some explaining to do. Don't worry, he'll come and talk to you when he's ready. This is just as hard on him as it is on you."

I sighed and sat back on the couch, scooping some more ice cream into my mouth.

Why was lyfe so difficult? Why can't we all just be happy fetuses living in one happy fetus world? :'(