isabel (h.s.)

8.

I felt bad for Harry, I mean, he had been nice to me on my first day. Obviously he had hurt April in some way, or maybe April was not the girl I thought I knew? No, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she hunched behind the wall in the car park confirmed that. I was not great at comforting people, and as I slumped onto the floor next to her, I carefully brushed her fringe away from her face before holding one of her soft, tanned hands. "Are you okay?" I muttered, realising not a moment after it had left my lips that it was a stupid question. She just shook her head.

"Harry.." I mumbled, not knowing if I should ask or not. "Harry." she growled, "I hate him, oh my God, I hate him so much, but Isabel, I don't. I don't even understand myself. How can I love him? How can I love him when he makes me feel like this? When he tore my heart to absolute shreds. What's wrong with me?" She directed the question to me, as if I was to answer.
"Was Harry your..." I mouthed the word boyfriend, although her head was still down as tears and snot ran down her face. "Boyfriend." She stated, hiccuping and bringing her head up towards me. "Remember the word Ex," she scoffed, "it's pretty important to why I threw a smoothie at his face."
I hesitated, wondering if I should press her.
"It was an expensive smoothie too." She laughed, and I smiled as I heard her voice change into something actually quite beautiful, instead of her usual monotone.
"What happened, between you and him?" I asked, cautiously.
She sighed, and I held my breath. "I suppose you'd find out somehow anyway, so maybe it's better coming from me."
She seemed to deliberate, before finally deciding on words.
"Angel Summers, encountered that scum yet?" She asked, her voice twisting bitterly. I shook my head.
"She is evil, and she's in love with Harry. She's basically little miss popular, even though she looks like a French bulldog mixed with Yoda, and she ruined my life. I'd been with Harry since last year but she wanted him, so she got her little minions to spread a rumour that I was a lesbian and I took pictures of her in the changing rooms. Ha! Like I'd even want pictures of her boobs! I can buy a wrinkled leather handbag for cheaper than her fake tan." I laughed as she continued, and she began screeching with laughter at the same time.
"Oh my God! I've never seen the funny side, can you believe she told everyone I was gay when I had a boyfriend? How the hell did Harry believe her?" She shook with laughter as she rocked backwards and forwards beside me. "Well, we may as well be proud of last place."