Spotless Mind // H.S.

twenty-one.

I walk into class rather confused and possibly a bit mad.

One moment he's being adorable and making my stomach flip with his charming words. The next, he's being the most confusing and hard to understand person ever. The inconsistency just kills me.

I sit down in my seat to see Payton's face buried in a textbook as her eyes furiously scan the words.

She pauses looking up at me, smiling.

"Lydia!" She exclaims, enthusiastic as usual. "Did you study?" She asks.

I pull out my notes and organize them into the corner of my desk.

"Kind of. It's hard to study when your brain is a mess." I sigh.

"What's wrong?" She frowns.

I look down at the floor, not quite knowing where to start. It's a lot actually and the funny part is that everything I'm bothered about, roots back to Harry. He's brought so much perplexing drama to my life that I really want to understand.

"Harry." Is all I say, to keep it short.

Her eyebrows raise. "Really? I'm having friends issues as well." She smiles, sympathetically.

"With Vanessa?" I ask her.

She nods, slowly. "She's leaving me, you know? I've spent everyday at this college with her and now she needs to transfer. Can you believe that?" She rants.

I shake my head. "That's horrible. Hopefully you two can still be friends."

"I doubt it," she slumps into her chair, closing her text book.   "Distance kills relationships."

"Distance kills relationships" I repeat in my head and the frightening phrase. I think back to Harry and wonder how things would be if we were to stay away from each other because of some petty incident.

Everything that we've done together up to this point wouldn't matter. All the deep talks, calm nights together, and even us getting trapped in the elevator together, that including when he asked what I would do if he were to kiss me.

All of that would be irrelevant because of the horrible decision to put an unnecessary distance between us. He'll just become another memory that will soon fade away.

I can't let it happen. I have to let him know exactly how much  he means to me. Our story has just started and I refuse to let it end like this because no one knows how long it'll take Harry to "figure everything out".

What if he never does?

-

It's been thirty minutes and Harry has yet to show up to my car. He's usually always here soon after me. I've already called him three times with no luck of him answering.

The only place I can think to check for him is the field where he might be playing soccer. But there is no practice today, I made sure of it.

I wander to the back of the school within 5 minutes and am surprised to find the field completely empty.

Where could he be?

I'm about to turn around and go back into the school when I catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye.

I look to its direction and I'm just relieved to see Harry sitting down on the bleachers, looking down to his leg that's propped up in front of him.

I rush over to him, calling his name to get his attention.

He looks up to me once I'm in front of him. I'm about to say something but my eyes lock with his red and puffy ones, tear stains marking their presence.