You & I

Chapter 13

For the rest of the weekend, i spent my time in my room studying mostly, and receiving a text or two every two minutes from Harry since saturday afternoon.
I've been ignoring him and turned off my phone all day.

Monday came by, i was late for school, dad had left earlier than the usual because he had work; or at least that's what was written on the note left on the kitchen counter.
I quickly wore some clothes a grey sweater, a black pair of jeans and and my black boots i didn't have time for makeup and hair so i just put on my reading glasses and a beanie, brushed my teeth,took my bag and ran out of the house.

When i arrived to school i found the bell had already rung five minutes ago.
Not too late at least.
I ran to my locker took my biology books and quickly went to class.

Lucky enough, the teacher was late too so i took a seat in the front, alone, and sat there waiting for the period to start.

I opened my note book and started scribbling on a sheet of paper kind of bored.

Harry wasn't with me in this class; lucky me.

As soon as my thoughts drifted off to Harry, the teacher came in apologised for his late arrival and started his course.

The bell rung signaling that it was lunch time now.
Finally, i was really hungry.

I walked to my locker, and from afar, i noticed a little piece of paper sticking out of it.

I took it out and opened the paper.
The hand writing seemed a bit familiar at first:

Meet me after school in the coffee shop across the street.
Please, we need to talk.
                        -Harry

I shook my head put the piece of paper in my journal, put the books in the locker and went to the cafeteria.
I decided to take my food and go sit outside since it was really crowded inside and i wanted somewhere kind of, peaceful.

I went to sit behind the school, i slide down the brick wall and started eating my tuna sandwhich while writing some song lyrics on my journal.

if you don't know yet, my journal is technically my everything, my life depends on it. i write song lyrics, design outfits, draw stuff, write scenes i wish had happened to me, and i have my schedule written at the last page of it.

I stick the note in my journal in the middle of a blank page and wrote around it stuff like:
- did he REALLY NEED TO HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?
or like:
- why did i start falling for him?
as soon as i finished my lunch and scribbling horrible things about "candy" -note the sarcasm- i closed my journal and placed it in my bag.

The bell rings signaling it was time for music class -the best class after math- and i walked down the half empty hallways thinking if i should meet Harry after school or just go back to my house and study for my biology test tomorrow.
I haven't realised that i had already walked by the music classroom; i face palmed myself internally, i walked back to the class and sat in the back.
The classroom was still empty so i placed my stuff and went over to the piano, and started playing one of my favourite songs, it's one that i wrote... and it means so much to
me because it's almost every feeling i've ever felt all the pain all the love all the hurt... everything.
My back was facing what i thought were the empty seats of the classroom.

But when i was done, i sighed and wipped away my tear stained face and got up to my nig surprise, everyone was in their seat watching me and then they clapped. I went red even the teacher who was standing the doorway was clapping.

" That was an amazing performance Miss Young" she smiled

"thank you miss." i blushed then rushed my way back to my seat.

As soon as i sat back in my seat, i found a small white sheet of paper neatly folded on my desk.

"Is it a song you wrote miss Young?" miss X asked me while sitting on her desk.

I flushed slightly, then answered with a simple "yes".

"I thought so sweety" she smiled.

A few minutes later, I looked around, everyone had his attention directed to the teacher who was talking about some new band on the X-Factor.

I opened the small papee and read the familiar hand writing:

you're coming to the the coffee shop after class right?

I started thinking, should i go? or no?

probably not.......

i looked up, Harry wasn't looking at me.
so i simply tore the paper to pieces kind of angrily...kind of...

The bell had finally rung.
I stood up and gathered my stuff before heading out of the classroom.

I put my bag on my back and looked from left to right as soon as i was out of the school.

should i go to the coffee shop?
or go to my house?
should i go study biology?
or talk to Harry?

yep i'm definitely going to that damned coffee shop... sigh...