Till Death Do Us Part

Four

Savannah's POV:

    Blood was pulsing though my veins. Why was I here? Why had he pulled me in here? What was he going to do to me?

     I was scared.

     I had never been scared of anyone before. I had always been strong, never letting anyone get the best of me. But this boy, he hated me. He was probably going to beat me up, right here, in this closet. It didn't matter that I was a girl. He was going to leave me, broken and pained, bleeding on the floor. I shuttered. He noticed, and smiled cheekily. This confused me.

     "Are you cold?" he asked in a British accent, something I had not been expecting.

     "N-no," I stuttered, surprised at his actions. I shuttered again as the images of bleeding flashed through my brain again. He chuckled.

     "Here," he said giving me the coat from his body. I slowly put it on, almost unwillingly. It was warm, and smelled like cologne. I liked it. He stared at me intently. "What's your name?" he asked.

     "S-Savannah."

     "Savannah" he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. I liked hearing it come from his mouth. "Savannah.. Savannah.. Savannah.. I like it." He smiled. "I'm Harry."

     I smiled back, feeling my confidence boost. I was no longer scared. He wasn't going to hurt me after all. I looked more closely at him; he was pretty sexy. I unintentionally started checking him out, and he noticed. "Like what you see?" he asked, his accent becoming stronger. My cheeks turned pink, and I shyly looked away. He laughed huskily, then stopped short. "Give me your number," he said seriously.

     I blinked. I didn't really know him, I didn't know him, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. Sure he had looks, but I wasn't sure he was safe. He didn't seem like it. But as much as I wanted to deny it, I was afraid of him. I was afraid to say no. So instead, I just stood there, gawking up at him, at a loss for words.

     "Fine, let me help." He reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, unlocking it and typing in his number. I was rooted to the spot. He kept typing, and I wasn't sure what he was doing. He handed me back my phone and a second later his phone beeped, signaling that he had a text message. He took it out and saved the number. My number. Great. He smiled again. "Thanks!" he chirped, and walked out of the closet. I looked at my phone. Sure enough, there was a new contact, saved as Harry:). I sighed and walked out of the closet to class.

Later that night:

     I walked out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel. I put on some pajamas and sat on my bed. I turned on my laptop and started scrolling through Tumblr, occationally reblogging posts. I heard my phone buzz on my nightstand. I groaned and moved from my comfortable position to get my phone. It read:

New Message: Harry:)

     I sighed and opened the message.

Hey babe;) Whatcha doing? -Harry:)

    I was quite annoyed but answered anyway.

On Tumblr. -Savannah

     I instantly got a reply.

Do you want to hang out after school tomorrow? -Harry:)

Um.. sure. What will we be doing? -Savannah

You'll see;) -Harry:)

     I sighed. I would probably have loads of homework to do tomorrow, so I really didn't want to go with him after school, but I was still afraid of him and didn't want to say no. Why was he only interested in me? I wasn't interesting.

     But tomorrow definitely would be.