Spotless Mind // H.S.

twenty.

"His mother?" I ask, completely surprised. "His mothers in jail?"

"Yes, stop being so loud." He whines, tilting his head back.

"Sorry," I whisper. "Why is she in jail?" I ask him, hoping that he will tell me.

"Its a long story that I barely know. If you really want to know what happened, I suggest you ask Harry." He mutters as he scribbles down notes in his book.

"I can't. We're on bad terms, remember?" I whine, falling back onto his bed.

"Oh..." He pauses for a moment, looking up. "I'm sure he'll tell you when he's ready. He kind of has a lot going on right now." He tells me and I nod.

I nod getting up. "I understand... Sort of. Thanks anyways."

I tell him goodbye then make my way to the door and leave.

Its a bit frustrating that Braxton wouldn't tell me exactly why Harry's mother is in jail but I do think he has a good reason why.

It would be better to hear the story from Harry himself so theres no mixup. But the question is, how is he going to explain anything to me when he hates me?

I don't know whether to apologize a million times or leave him alone. Maybe I just have to give him time to get over what happened. Then he'll talk to me.

Or maybe I'll go insane in the process of doing so.

Maybe.

-

I'm nervous. Really nervous. Im outside Harry's house waiting for him to come out so I can take him to school with me but I'm not sure he'll want to sit in a car with me considering what happened.

I pull out my phone to send him a text to let him know I'm here. I'm almost sure he won't reply since he hasn't replied to any of my previous texts.

I scroll through the messages, looking them over.

Do you still want me to take you to school?

I'm coming anyways.

I'm sorry.

Please reply?

I'm outside your house in case you don't have a ride yet.

I sigh, locking my phone and stuffing it into my pocket.

I catch movement from my side and I'm relieved to see Harry walking over to the car.

I smile, unlocking the door so he can get in.

He opens the door and plops down into the seat and putting on his seatbelt after shutting the door.

"Hey." I greet as he puts his books in the backseat.

"Hi." He nods, me smiling that he actually talked to me.

I start the car and drive off, Harry staying silent.

Minutes into the drive, I speak.

"Do you still hate me?" I ask, glancing in his direction.

He looks over to me, shocked.

"Of course not. I never hated you" He shakes his head.

I stare at him, obviously confused. "Well you did a really good job of giving me that impression." I quickly retort.

"I'm sorry it seems that way but I don't hate you, Lydia. I'm just a little upset, that's all. I just think it's best if we keep our distance from each other until I figure this all out." He uses his hands to motion in front of him.

"Stay away from you?" I ask surprised. He can't just come into my life, make me like him,and then ask me to stay away.

He nods, shrugging. I'm completely speechless as to what to say next.

"I can't stay away from you." I finally say, minutes later. He looks over to me, his eyebrows raising. "I can't stay away from you because I really like you. This whole argument is being blown way out of proportion and it really hurts to know that I made you angry. I'll apologize a million times if I need to but... Please just don't tell me to stay away from you. I could take the distance for a bit but... But I need you, Harry." I finish, sniffling a bit at my urge to cry.

He doesn't say anything in response. He just looks down at his fingers as he fiddles with them. His lack of response just makes me more hurt.

I pull up to the school and find an empty parking space. I back into it and stop the car. I grab my books from the back and get out of the car and Harry does the same.

He opens his mouth to speak but before his words have the chance to come out, I'm already walking away towards the school, leaving him and his indecisive thoughts alone.

I can't force him to not isolate himself, how stupid of me. I'm getting too attached and that's never a good thing.

As I'm walking away I hear him speak from behind me. His words came out soft but I am still able to pick up what he says.

"I'm sorry, Lydia."