Tortured (complete)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Harrys pov

Okay, my first class is Spanish. I can't find the class though. I see a guy at the end of the hall kissing a girl and she looks annoyed. She runs off into the class and he just laughs. I guess I should just ask him where the class is.

"Hey, do you know where mrs. Gracias class is?" I ask.

He looks at me and laughs," You're looking at it," he says pointing to the door right next to him in which the girl ran into.

"Oh, thanks," I say in monotone.

"My names Jake, and you are?"

"Harry," I state simply.

He gives me a hard look, then nods his head and walks off. I decide to go to the bathroom first, knowing that the whole class will be looking at me, I need to disguise myself well enough so that they can't *really* see me.

I open the bathroom door and look in the mirror. I pull my hoodie further up my head, but some curls are still sticking out. I don't want attention attracted to me, but it probably will anyway. Might as well not let them see my face.

I make my way back to the hallway and into the classroom.

"Oh class! We have a new student here today and I hope you will all make him feel welcome!" Exclaims who I assume to be mrs. Garcia. "Would you like to introduce yourself?" She asks.

I mentally sigh and take off my hoodie,"My name is Harry Styles," I say flatly.

My eyes connect with those of the girl I saw with Jake. I immediately avert my eyes. Eye contact is a definite no. That's when things start to happen, but I did notice that her eyes sparkle in the light. Her big, brown eyes. Wait, Harry, what are you thinking. Just ignore it. She doesn't mean anything to you, just like everybody else.

During this time I realize that I am sitting next to her. I don't even remember walking here. I've only heard every few other words. I hear partner work and sigh. Next thing I know, Jaycie? I think she said her name was, is asking me what I want to do our project on. What project? I look at the board and say the first thing I see.

"I was thinking Cartagena," I say simply. She just nods.

Okay, should we meet up at my house or yours?" She asks.

"Yours," I say a little too hurriedly.

She looks at me curiously but then just gives me her address. I assume the project isn't done in class. I look at the board again, it says essay, so that's what we have to do together. I must admit, she is really pretty. Shut up Harry! Lots of girls are pretty, that doesn't mean that you are attracted to her in any way. You can't be. My heart is frozen solid. It's bullet proof glass. Nothing can penetrate it. I don't know what it is a about Jaycie though, she seems different, but I am most definitely not attracted to her. That's for sure.

My next few classes go by quickly and I'm in science class now. Nobody has talked to me, exactly as expected. The exact as the last school. I take my seat my seat at the door, I can see Jaycie and Jake, who I assume to be her boyfriend. I've learned today that Jake is the most popular guy at school and Jaycie is the most popular girl. I see Jake put his hand on her *area* and it makes my blood boil. I do why, it just does. I shouldn't care for this girl though, she's nothing special to me. I'm going to freeze my heart even more, just in case. She walks in and I can tell she is struggling not to look at me, but I don't care, it normal for me. The teacher walks in and her shoulders drop in relief.

Mr. Lane speaks," okay we will be doing partner work to make a chemical reaction."

I zone out at the rest. I start to put my lab equipment on and I can see Jaycie staring at me.

"It's not nice to stare at people," I spit at we trying to let her hear the annoyance in my voice. It works because she turns away quickly. She starts asking me questions but I don't respond, why does she even care?

"Can we just get through this class?" I say annoyed.

She looked surprised and angry at the same time. Ha nobody talks to a princess like that huh, well now she has someone too.

The class finally ends and the rest of the day goes faster. She's in my English class too. Good thing we didn't have partners. She's weird, why did she even care to ask me anything about myself? Nobody ever does.

I go to my car and pull out a drink. I only do this when I'm confused or frustrated. It distracts me, relaxes me. I take out a small glass and drink. The liquid feels really strong going down my throat. I feel calmer already and get another drink. From the corner of my eye, I see Jaycie get into her car. She just sits there for a while, then she drives off. Who knows what she was doing. I don't know why, but I follow her. Maybe the alcohol is getting to me.

She walks into her house and I get out of my car and sit by a tree and watch her. Her window has no curtains so I can see her. Why am I even here though? I grab another drink and jug it down as I begin to fall asleep on the tree.

I open my eyes to reveal darkness. I have a headache from all of the drinking. I look at my watch and it's about 10pm. I should probably get going. I turn around until I spot someone climbing into Jaycies window. She's helping him in so I assume that it's Jake. I can see everything from here so I decide to see what's going on. Jake forcefully pushes his lips on hers and starts to touch her all over. She wraps here legs around his waste and kisses him back. Why she letting him touch her like that? My muscles start to tighten as he pushes her onto the bed and pulls off her shirt and bra. She looks panicked, like she's trying to get him off. I want to go up there and pull him off of her, but I can't. They would think I was insane. She finally gets him off and he looks really pissed. He climbs out of her window and stomps over to his car and drives off.

I don't know why, but i want to go after him and beat him up for what he did to her, but I can't. I don't even know by I get mad when I see them at all. I just don't like that Jake guy, he seems like an asshole. Any guy would e pissed if he did that to *any* girl, right? Well it doesn't matter anyway. It's not like I care about her.

I drive to my house and slump down on my bed. My uncles passed out on the living room floor like always. He drinks no matter what. I only drink I need it. It makes me feel better and pulls me away from the real world. Everything will be fine. Tomorrow is Tuesday. Closer and closer to the weekend. With no people no problems.