Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 11

Aww the cute pic. *sigh* don't we all wish that.

OPHELIA/PRESENT

I entered the school with a slight bitter attitude. The weekend hadn't really gone as I had initially thought, my father and I didn't reminisce about the old times, we just avoided each other except the few glances over the dinner table. I wan't expecting too much from him, but I wasn't ready to meet a whole new him with his family. But this was expected, I should have prepared myself for this-Cameron was in charge of his own life, and didn't have anyone to answer to, so it was understanding that he would start his own life after us. I just didn't think I'd been ready for it. I was glad for him, really I was, but I suppose I just needed time to accustom to this new side of him, and I had to support him one way or another.

I walked inside the classroom to see George already sat in the seat beside me with his books in front of him. After the fight with Harry, George thought it best to be in this class with me, and English, both of which consisted of Harry being in it. He already had two cups of coffee, one for me and one for himself. He was sweet. George was an amazing boyfriend, and sometimes I didn't understand John's dislike towards him. George had his moments of weakness, he was a little like Darcy, but not suffocating like her. We all had flaws, and if we couldn't have our loved ones seeing past them, then what was the point of being with them. George looked past my problem. He always told me that my diet was working. John didn't like that about him, but maybe George was seeing something that John couldn't. George was exposed to so much more about the world, it seemed that maybe he may be right on some level. Thinking this, I could almost see John frowning. I didn't want to upset him, but there was always a possibility.

George highlighted a sentence, while holding the cap in between his teeth. He looked up from his paper at me and his eyes lit up. He took the cap out. "Hey, Ophelia. How was your weekend, and your dad?"

George had never met Cameron, so I didn't know how to tell him how it all was. He wouldn't understand everything I felt for him in those days he still lived with us, or how I loathed him when Darcy started to talk about him everyday to me. She always told me that he had left me for another woman. She loved to emphasize the fact that he had left his only daughter. And I couldn't tell him about the resurrection of my love for him when I reached my early teen years and he started to tell me everything about Darcy. I started to switch sides, and somehow in the middle, when Cameron left, and Darcy started her preaching again, I was stuck in the middle. John had made it better. Itseemed without doing so, he had chosen a side for me. I always saw the way my mother spoke to him and it only reminded me of the way she used to speak to Cameron. I could see why Cameron had left, but that part of me wondered why he hadn't simply forced me to go with him.

"It was fine. My dad seems happy," I settled with saying.

George's eyes crinkled at the sides with a smile. "Happy to hear it." He moved a few pages over. "So, how is the project going?" Just the Friday we were assigned a project on all the philosophers, and since George hasn't been in the class for too long I was doing most of it, well all of it. But I didn't mind it. George had his other classes to worry about, and he would do the same for me.

The students started to pile in as the bell rang. I looked to the back to see that chair void of Harry. For a moment I wondered where he was, and a feeling took over that perhaps he was gone, that he had been kicked out for the stunt he pulled the other day. And as I thought that, I looked at George with a sigh. Maybe now I won't see another angry George. I had never been introduced to that side of him and it had taken me to a place where I felt secluded and scolded, jut alone and frightened.

Before the teacher could walk in, a pair walked in laughing. I almost spit out my drink when I saw Connie laughing and nodding at something Harry had said. What in the world was she doing? Harry had embarrassed George in front of the whole school, he had even hit George!