The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 11

I had led him to the couch, sort of confused, yet all I knew I could do is comfort him, but just a few hours ago he told me to leave him alone, now two hours later he was knocking on my door asking for me.

I rubbed his back in a circular motion, wasn't expecting my day to turn out to be this way.

His face was buried in his hands, and I respect the silence between us until he was simmered down. He eventually wipes his tears with the collar of his shirt.

My eyes met his, and looking at the sad man's face made me want to cry too.

"What's going on?" I ask him, his hands pressed together as he continues to look down.

"So, I spoke to my dad, he said he will email your parents an apology." He croaked, and wiped his lip, blood from his lip smeared on the back of his hand. "He also wanted to apologize to you. Lucky for you I told him that I made you come to the party."

"What? I mean- thank you, I don't know how to thank you."

"Maybe it can help with your little grounding situation."

"Hopefully, I wanted to go to the school dances, I had to hang fliers anyway, it would be great to go." I nod.

"Yeah."

"Are you going?"

"No. I was suspended, principal Washington was talking expulsion, but my dad talked him out of it granting I'll do better."

"Why are you torturing yourself like this?" I say as bluntly as possible. "Then cry about it later." I caught myself sounding rude and tried to take it back but he replied before I could.

"Because guys can cry too, can cry as much as girls if we wanted." He murmurs then sniffles. "just don't tell anyone."

"Harry..."

"Don't"

"You can easily tell me not to tell anyone, but you don't trust me that I didn't read your papers today?" I frown.

"Well, you're the only new person I've been talking to, and I don't know anyone else that would be stupid enough to take my things and look at them." He explain, did he just call me stupid?

"Girls love to gossip." He adds.

"Your lip is bleeding," I say changing the subject. "Have you got in another fight today?"

"What? These are old, from the fight." He says, without even observing his face. I knew he was lying, but I didn't push him. He was frighteningly angry.

"Harry?" I whispered. He didn't look at me, but I knew that he could hear me, "what's wrong?"

His head flicked and turned to me. "Why do you care?" He rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up. "Why should you care about the boy who just made you cry? What's wrong with you?"

Did he have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for him and didn't even know it? I gulp.

"I don't know, but I can't help that I do," I say, keeping my eyes on him and observing his mood changes.

"How can you care for someone when you haven't even known them long, you aren't very smart, Sarah Walker."

"I am smart, I don't have to hide my personality. My personality requires caring for people."

His eyes soften and he lets out a sigh. "Well, you shouldn't care for me, I can care about myself."

"Just let me care.."

His eyes look up at mine again, they are still a little glossy, and his nose was red, along with around his eyes. He gave in. "Fine."

"Could I hug you?" The way he looked, slumped in his seat, "You seem like you could use one, I won't tell."