Pretty Boy

seven

It has been three days since my previous face-to-face encounter with Harry. My shifts were the same as they always were, and Harry still watched me from the back of the club.

He watched my every move, his eyes trailing up and down the length of my body throughout the whole night. He didn't bother to talk to me again since the last time we spoke, which I was not surprised by.

I believed he was eventually going to stop going to the club and carry on with his life. I wasn't entirely sure when that was going to occur, but hopefully soon I suppose. He looked like he had a lot to do with the amount of pride he carried, he looked so young though, only around my age. I didn't even know if he went to school, but I'm pretty sure I gathered the fact that he didn't attend my University.

This was definitely just going to be a one time thing. I'm almost positive our previous face to face chat was going to be our last. He was just another boy in the crowd now.

•••

"Why aren't you working with Caden?" My professor scowled at me from above as I innocently glanced up at him from resting against Khira's back. She looked up out of curiosity as well. A few people around us were now paying attention.

"We're working through text-"

"Get up." He snapped. I shot up, standing up in front of him, my arms glued to my sides. "Don't be so immature. Go sit with him before I'm forced to make you work alone."

I nodded slowly, swallowing and picking up my things, moving over towards Caden at the back of the library. I looked down at the floor as I slowly walked over to where he was sat still.

My pupils' eyes were on me, and I could feel them crawling over my skin. I hated this feeling. Even though there were many eyes on me almost every night, I actually cared about what these people thought of me. Some attempted to hold a snicker in, but failed miserably. The room was silent as I slumped down next to a smug-looking Caden.

His eyes didn't meet mine until a few minutes after I had to move over to him.

"So much for working through text-"

"Shut up." I snapped quietly, looking back to my computer and ignoring his presence.

"She bites," he grinned. "I like that."

I sighed loudly, but not loud enough to draw attention. "Don't you have something better to do?" I nodded my head harshly to his empty document. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"That's your job."

"No it isn't," I looked at him with a scoff. My document was full already as I kept working on my second page for the project.

"You've done so much already, why not do more?"

"That's the stupidest statement that has ever left your mouth." I shook my head and clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth in disappointment with a pitiful light laugh.

"My mouth is capable of a lot more than stupid statements," he raised an eyebrow and stared at the side of my head, trying to get me to make  eye contact with him once again.

"I can literally report you to the police for sexual harassment, Caden. Watch yourself."

"Oh, please. You know you wouldn't do that, you're too frightened." He laughed lowly. I took a deep breath in, knowing he was right. I could never report anyone to the police. I was way too scared of the outcome.