Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 79

A/N: The chapter is extra long so I hope you enjoy. Also, please read my note at the end, it's really important. :)

Today feels like a Friday. It's the start to our four-day weekend so everyone's excited and are already constructing wild and adventures plans. Students are dispersed around campus, teachers are scattered to keep an eye on them all, and I sit at the end of the entrance stairs waiting for Alan who is already ten minutes late. My mind has been wondering in many places today leaving me inactive in all my classes, because the conversation I had with Harry keeps recapping in my head. Every thought I have of him makes my heart pound painfully against my chest and it leaves me on edge and bothered. I've been trying not to make anything from it, just because I know how I get when I let things get to me, but I've tried to make it out to be a simple phone call because honestly, that's all it was. But my question is why did he wait so long? What if he wants to call me again? Or what if he's tried contacting me again? So many questions, absolutely no answers.

"Are you avoiding me?" Harley's body jumps in front of mine blocking my view of students being picked up, and I laugh because I really was trying to.

"No, why would I?" My nose ring is killing me and I can't stop scratching around it. Why won't it stop?

"Because I know you're trying to skip my party. Just know, I'll drag your ass if I have to." The tall, grey eyed girl insists.

"Don't worry," I smile, "I'll be there." I assure her just as her ride pulls up, and she touches my knee indicating that she's leaving.

"See you tonight, doll." I watch her leave and wave goodbye as some guy looking in my direction waves back. He probably thinks I'm waving to him. How awkward.

"Alee! Alee!" I hear Alan call from behind and I turn.

"I have a meeting until four-thirty. You can wait in the class or in the teachers lounge if you'd like." He informs standing between the frame of the open doors and sluggishly, I walk up the stairs under the burning heat of the sun and stand before him.

"That's another hour."

"Like I said, you can wait inside if you want." He seems impatient and out of breath.

I sigh, trying to come up with a decision on the spot, and curse the one who organized this meeting. Don't they know I want to go home? "I'll just walk to Dunkin' Donuts. It's right down the street."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Just pick me up whenever you finish."

"Okay. Be careful on the street." He calls out as I walk away and I wave a hand to him.

I have a love-hate relationship with this weather. I love that it's warm and that I can wear shorts and less material, but the sweating and constant urge to shower is driving me crazy. It feels like I'm boiling.

Trying to keep from falling as I step over the rubble, I head down to my destination. There's no sidewalk so I have to walk on the side of the road but it's quite difficult because there's no room to walk without being run over. Fortunately, it's clear and the rubble has now passed, so I'm walking down a freshly cemented road beside full grown and sprouted trees. I prefer the suburbs because of the quiet, but also because of how beautiful everything around me looks. The city life is great, the sound, the lights, all of it, but something about the trees and color makes me feel at ease. I feel withdrawn from the world. I need this to keep whatever is possessing my mind away, but even though I try I know I can't.

I wasn't thinking about him or stressing over what he could be doing prior to him calling me, but then he did and fucked me up entirely. Now, I'm feeling shit I don't want to feel, I'm thinking about things I shouldn't think about, and even worse I'm longing for him. All because of that one call. All because of his voice. My body just automatically thinks he cares about me because he called so it's not allowing me to forget him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.